The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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reputation

my reputation precedes black hole cheekbones wildflowers for eyes born of addictive bloodlines resolute in an organic rebellion that is purely my own wild like a drunken moon chasing what if’s and very soon’s passionate as cleopatra on egyptian aphrodisiac’s enraged by the suggestion of patience, of quiet and resolute piety I speak in storms […]

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