Best Flay Poems

She longed to be a baker
         Though neither thumb was white
Couldn’t rise to the occasion
        And the contest is tonight

“Listen Cupcake, don’t you fret”
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a child collapsed cold in the garden 
talisman waved with the wind 
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged 
horribly marbling volatile harmony 
azure veins fold under skin- jittering 
gently golden it stings 
effigy holding the strings 
partially fondling close...

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