Eyes that fell apart
Within themselves
Hazel almonds
Melting into congealed white
And strawberry red hair
That fell onto his shoulders...
Boy
Wearing
Man's
Clothing
And I fell into his
Inviting tendrils
Soft and sturdy
Somehow simultaneously
And freckles
That danced
Across his
Face
They would waltz with death
And his eyes would bear witness
Sturdy arms
Turned into penne
That curled up at his sides
Lids shut heavy
Over creamy orbs
Almond dust
Fruit picked far
Before 'twas ripe
Black I wear
As the basket
Travels by
Carrying soft death
Black we wear as he's planted
But strawberry blue is my soul...
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Comments
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Oooh nice
A fine sharing this is!
Way to go!
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Nice, I like it! The title is hard to understand until the end, and then it makes sense. Good job!
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