Worn
She was a muse
In the hands of those
Who handled her poorly
Who built castles in the sky
Upon her shattered smile
With the fractured pieces of her heart
Without regard for her unguarded while
To devour her like used rags
And recycled paper
“SHE WAS A MUSE IN THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO HANDLED HER POORLY”
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I tried to pass my life awayTo prevail without defeatTo make light of itTo survive on my feet
Unheard
With harrowing roarI could be heardScreaming from beneath the wavesJust below the ocean bed
Agile
It glistened as polished as I left itAs his erect penisAs it lay perpendicularAffixed to his m
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