Dermis Poems - Poems about Dermis

... moon … beams that burn - that turn my surgings to slag my teeth to serrations, hungering … can those silly sentients not see the verity in my veneration, you? do they truly think it’s only......

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... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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... feathered … moony beams daub your lips - the irregularities shaping little cornflower thorns but oh, how supple the pliant press of those luscious fruits (savored like honey) … I touch the......

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...Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed There came out surp......

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...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin ofttimes triggering babbling brook to swell after deluge becoming stream of consciousne......

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...Animals in top hats, Ride bicycles en road, Spoked wheels and pedaled spats, Round about, in ornamental spode. Animals in monocles, Spectate in obeisance, Cuffed by inked chronicle: Renasce......

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...You have it in your eyes, a look at night that invites... you have on your skin, sunshine vitamin that cheers me up... You have it in your mouth ......

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...It is my observation that those who violently oppose the opinion Or belief of another their own self bias disclose I want to believe In a power Greater than my own To have a hope ......

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...The robicund dominates, like the beauty of a red rose bush planted amongst the wilds. It is of a still life; a blush. The Tatian tints are flames, that might torch the evolution of the Ear......

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...Death’s undisturbed progress. And a doted-upon songstress: In the musical battle field, Matchless Tigress, Now being taught unforgettable lessons by Skin Cancer, Her concerned doctors all robbed......

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...We wend through life with hopes of one true love, Quite rare, such fits, that match you like a glove ... A blend of souls ... divine inspiration. Once heaven found you naught ......

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...Treasure of sensuality between my bare dermis, and your naked brown skin ...!......

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...Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness, Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities, Cherished heydays occup......

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...Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement, Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments, Taunt texture of an ......

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