Shemustab’naware
The symmetry sought she scared’and all the pin cushion thoughts
Threadigs clottens of creamed thin thick blood’ed men
Tongue spitten toading, split heels
Scattered in bookend of escapage
Hold haunt mauve horse and carriage
Don’t go balancing their baggage
Don’t gone missing
She musta been left thinking
‘there goes the fang biting into it’
she’musta’obliged
and fully recognized
there was a
was there…
lay a scare
a shooken head
a shakin steven of a cranium
musta been aware, coudn’t not care less
got lef’draggened thinking and that
must of’led her ‘guessed’
ask out for the answers of who-rror
she was always aware yet didn’t bother
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