A freaking lush called shampooA Poem by fattycbreezy52If I would just let you stick to my hair And bleach me with an anomaly Would you still care to be my long-term friend? The lather and suds are the faeces you excrete Relaxing every now and then You feel lighter and happier But I don't frown while adorning myself with that froth of yours. Just calculatively, when I am pivoting on my heels, You hinge on my unvarnished shoulders like a matt Craving your own passage like a slow avalanche. From where did this avalanche start becoming slow? I have distorted geography making it a bit empirical. When I rinse the soapsuds,I see thousands of those tiny bubbles, Crying out to cling to my arm And wrap themselves around Exhibiting a cantankerous pole dance.
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6 Reviews Added on June 6, 2015 Last Updated on June 6, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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