i want to burn you up and lick your wounds, he said to him,
i want to kiss every stupid
inch of you
and deck you at the same time.
but the boy only laughed
and straightened the lapels of his coat
good, he replied with a bemused smirk,
'cause i've been yearning to
bash your sexy face in since
september.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
