Physical DistortionA Poem by Vinib
Crotched over like a baby in a belly,
your pale grotesque body lingers over some Books as you scavenge through your bag. Red messy hair runs freely down your back. Layers around your wrinkly cold face. Your red lipstick is fading after a long hard day of work. © 2013 Vinib |
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Added on September 4, 2013 Last Updated on September 4, 2013 Author
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