Gusset Poems - Poems about Gusset

...Gusset of rose I am, Tender the body of mine; Petals yet to rise, 'Touch me not'; I am yet to bloom; Odor of juvenility, Yet to snoop out of me; Smell of mine, Yet to strew in ambiance, ......

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...I wake up from deep slumber Belly full hunger wait to see what my mother made for me for the day. As see no dishes lay on my table i start to ponder wears mom. I start to shout her name dead silence.......

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...Diligence dallies, drawn between soft-shoe shuffle of whispering corners, where finger walking negates talking ‘cos tongues are knotted in spittoon embrace, and voyeuristic carnage vomiting f......

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