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ShapingI love to fondle squares Rectangles feel equally tidy but they impress much lessShaping
Seeing a room, nude and obviously virgin, Arouses me. It spoils my imagination with an
Orgy of shapes and correlations. I’ll find myself framing frames Losing sight of the piece and peace; I get savage enthralled. But it’s not to say I lack control... In truth, I know, too many squares would be so cliche retro Don’t you agree, trendy hippie?
I enjoy squares so much
I wear a suit & tie each day to help me feel more Akin. We’re m
by ~LeonineGypsy
StorageI’ve a lot to say for the locks Who’ve upturned their noses. They’re staunch and awaiting knocks In threatening poses A turn of the wrist will leave all who persist Beyond doors, beyond windows, and all that exists; And so verily, verily I say unto you “Unfasten your locks and strap on your shoes. Your doors and your hearts, give them a crank To the right! Toss them all open and hold on to dear Life!” Through open doors will come color and Through hearts will come song. They’ll crash vibrant and quickly So you’d best siStorage
by ~LeonineGypsy
Sew RelatedLies have disguised the prize in your eyes feathering the farther father who, in it, lies.Sew Related
To test the rest, a message messed. Poor pressing matters so poorly pressed.
“Is this the chance for chance to end?!” “An endless dance we dance my friend! A hop a skip and a smile it goes. Skip now son over the seeds I’ve sown.”
Saying this, the belated curator has rendered all related sedated. He had sung behind a sharpened tongue and his young poisoned lungs; Songs of who’d been fated to be bated then justly eradicated, And of a hopefu
by ~LeonineGypsy
KGThank God for her... Not that she ever wouldKG
We speak life into an empty parking lot, where her words echo on cracked white paint and young summer dreams.
The stars find our humor, and stop to listen, though they shun our naivety. Cynicism comforts the air as our stories blanket deeper thoughts, better left unspoken.
Soon the laughs fall quietly and the stars turn dull and sleep again. A dial-tone says goodbye as we never can.
Thank God for her... Not that I'd ever want her to
by ~LeonineGypsy
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