Sunday, June 8, 2008
A remarkable seed bloomed and aged, beautifully….
Seedless Sensations Behind the door is where she sought refuge Camouflage among the walls that never speak Silence in her privacy restricted for prying peeks “Do not disturb” all over her walls and door While she’s busy abhorring some pests that clamor Blazing fires of betrayal from yonder and beyond Perennial deception punishing her entire realm From unknown ghetto known to none Freezing floor abducted her vibrant youth Helplessly taunted by clanging buckle’s knout She was a child…I guess...
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