Fookin' UnicornsA Poem by Frieda POver the moon where unicorns play charades is where your love sent me on flight that journey of places in time and space no one touched the stars and moon as you did my soul was touched by an epic d'angel my heart turned a special hue of passion then you cut me and the story ended when i bled a different dark shaded color of fancy betrayal the memory still lives on, and the lesson learned... when you hang out with bloody unicorns you get fucked © 2012 Frieda PFeatured Review
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Added on December 13, 2012Last Updated on December 14, 2012 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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