Cornea
Scythe
20 Lines.
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Verse Due Thursday
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Topics
In an Artist's Studio
Mending Wall
The List of Most Difficult Words
The Tables Turned
The Road Not Taken
We Wear the Mask
Washing His Mother's Hair
Aquifer
Morning Meditation
Eavesdropping
We sailed on with Happy Hearts
Dark Land of Light
Yeah..you can either choose one of them.
Checkin In Early....G/L....
Scytsophrenia
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Same..Check. See you on thursday.
Posting On Saturday........Yep.
It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
Washing My Mother’s Hair
Gently Fragile, She’s Drowsy As Can Be
Depressingly Agile, Quickly Falling Asleep
I Remember Us, The Cradling You Gave Me
Once We Was, Now Moments Lack Saving
That Sweet Smile, Now Downwards The Slope
As I See All The While, Similar To Your Hopes
You Look At My Brother, Drugged And Drinking
Walking Towards Wronger, Like He Isn’t Thinking
My Sister Tender And Loving, With A College Degree
Next Pregant Living, Off Food Stamps And Offerings
Each Day I See More, Your Face Stained With Tears
All Closing Doors, Like Done Wrong In Parenting Years
And You Fear Me Now, To See What I Do Wrong Next
But I’m Guaranteed Down, With Always Being Honest
I See You Giving Up, Talking About When You May Die
Telling Me How Life Sucks, And Then Asking Me Why
Covered In Dirt, Your Eyes Stuck Together So Blindly
Constantly At Work, Keeping Yourself Busy For Hiding
I’m One For Promises And I Swear, You Will Be Cleansed
From Your Delicate Feet To Your Hair…
…Your Son Is Here To Bathe You Until It All Finally Ends
Its Ok Mother…I’m Not Going Anywhere
I Love You
Scytsophrenia
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Washing My Mother’s Hair
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My hands going through my creator roots,
feeling like a sponge as it soaks up my lust.
Soft to the touch, taste sweet like an tempting fruit.
shaking it firmily-fingers in it, giving it a hard thrust
"Oh" she says and her hormones words flows in the air,
its essence I smell while I'm getting deep in the center,
like an strawberry, the touch of it is so soft and tender,
I unleashed the bomb and spread it out with no care.
Take a second and mourn that the feeling is gone now,
the effect is feeling so silky and smooth and saying "wow".
Relax for a minute and let myself take in all of this feeling,
a illusion mirror right infront of me, can't believe what i'm seeing.
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After doing few curls and straightining between the sheets,
i asked "how it looks mom?", her throat caught, couldn't speak.
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3.../chris2023.jpg
It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
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It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
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Scytsophrenia
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It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
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It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
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It's my own space, my own time, when I'm just out there letting my thoughts go. It's part of my day like eating, and it's one of my favorite parts.
Louise Kent
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