She’s dressed in compromise
with a splash of anaesthesia
Lost in the scars
She’s wreaking ruins
with a touch of benevolence
Tangled up in a mess
She’s covered up in scotch
with a hint of animalism
Disoriented in the haze
She’s cleansed in affection
with a pinch of pandemonium
Invisible to the
She’s laced in anarchy
with a shot of jangle and bedlam
Slipping in oblivion
She’s cauterizing affection
with roses in her palms
Scatterbrained colors
Love it!
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Thank you Amy!
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Ouch…good…
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Thank you again!
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Oh wow. I hate it when that happens and someone reads my mail like this! This is good. 🙂
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Thank you Michelle!
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I just pictured this whole poem. It really gives you a vision!
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Thank you very much!
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Unusual analogy!
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Yes it is! Thanks
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…..word💪
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Thank you!
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