The Slut And Her Torn Green Dress Poem by James McLain
The Slut And Her Torn Green Dress
Rating: ★5.0
It is the hottest thing that she wore.
Like she was available, but again who knows of such things.
It curved around the moon,
reflecting light from the star's closing one's eyes in wonder.
Finally she fell asleep and coming through the window I was quite, opening my hand my fingers began to.
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