Sinking and seeding between breasts
The anchor pulls drowning in the waves
A soft fuzzy skin with warm colors
An inside of juicy sweetness
Spilling past lips of takers and breakers
Bitten into
Chunks missing
Shucked clean
Nothing but a dark center left in the dirt
Used and disposed
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If Life Was Like a Poem
ПоэзияA collection of various poetry works written from 2012--present
