Your tongue is busy
So my mouth full
Of cold, sugared vodka
Won't ask for wanting
Silence to teach you sound
In a woman's world
Your involuntary noise
Would top charts.
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Welcome to my poetry collection dump.
About Me
- Anna Evans
- Day dreamer given to night fevers. Generally a pain in the ass. Hopeless romantic, dilettante succubus.