In my Sanskrit state,
my still celluloid dream,
the last gelatine poems
severed from scrolls and minerals.
I'm the demographic gaffe,
protest me. This fission of girl,
this scaling. I, beheaded,
a loving cup smirk.
My life a mussel- a soft gun,
a parliament of flora,
my name.
1 comment:
You're not the demographic of gaffe, you're wonderful, but I'm biased.
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