Letters

Life is so long
with a cruel taste in your mouth.
With a tongue so vague,
and so shy,
a tongue trying to seem
sincere.
In a body longing to feel.
Longing.
A body standing so tall
a body is twine
curtains,
a prison cell,
a body is a looking glass.
And there is something real inside.
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All Good for Nothing.

A dragonfly or a beetle
Kept underneath a glass;
And things with wings should sit there,
And things that fly should pass
Without ever stretching their wings.
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Eve

Eve, who told you of your nakedness?
Who told you of your shame?
No beauty was left unnoticed,
no beauty left unseen.
You find yourself an evening dress
to expose all you are.
To kill the man, and to impress
and you keep this world in a jar.

Disappointment is the girl I notice...
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