don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin ;
don't undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.
she's long ago
forgotten me.
she's tryiing on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.
she is a
child
and a mannequin
and
death.
I can't hate
that.
she didn't do
anything
unusual.
I only wanted her
to.
1 comment:
E...
Motion
is what I need
trapped in my own web I lie
by myself
in a solo-time bed
waiting for the earth's rounding rythem to take me with itself
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