She turns heads limbo
smiles like cruise in a limo
her squeezy piles are jumbo
the sight of angels' mirror
wolf calls and window whispers
fantacies of window sleepers
the beauty she wore
was a knock on the skull
like slices in a bread
so precious to be eat
the cruelty of her sane
her brain a barren scale
A skeletal gloom
i white washed room
mushrooms in pink bloom
a groom with empty womb
Bimbo, sexy bimbo
blatant ribbon
You? a reborn.
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