blanket
I wish upon sweetest breathe,
Cracks egg who knew death
with a hammer & choice to make
a war within a house by the lake....
Candid are toffee stickiness
rots white of baby's teeth,
shiny strands pelts to touch
Intimate hug or live without
Never the trophy for a runner
in focus of beating drummer
never my fault if there's rum
to fill my sickness spice of tum
Drools all, my security blanket
Can we pump and crank it?
sings to a day in my ghostly life,
pints to declare Poppins delivers
What the hell if I'm robbing my creator?
The sky
blackens
absence
burst
clapping
wings of
swan
not flapping
disappears
apple of skin
intimacy....
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