Mock AlabasterA Poem by demuremindsI’m caked with clay, mock alabaster slathered on me ferociously, don’t I look ravishing? My legs are barred together and my torso a bit slant My skin patterned like feathers and my arms posed for dance. I am but another three-leaf clover, touched up by the big artiste who holds my lease, infinitely binding me to the rest of society. © 2012 demureminds |
StatsAuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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