a fable not a lieA Poem by Steevenfear no demon child, their tongues (-)taste eyes (-)see (-)life wastes
like a garden mum nearing autumn.
young one, child pull not the bottle away hastily, spill the innards over lips. take eternity
when given by civil mannered flowers so you can watch for hours
and fall in love again. © 2013 Steeven |
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