Kohl
A slithering raven wave perched upon the eye, ensconcing it in a spiral of sooty magnificence; waltzing along its contours, set to her swing: A flimsy line sketched daintily with a twirl in the tail...
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Why should I do it? Can’t it just wait? A moment of unbridled peace while I take a break I want to pause; I want to ponder Is it such a crime? Why does the whole world frown like I am idling on its...
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(This is my first attempt at ‘prosetry’. Well, I started to write a poem and it ended up looking like something in between) Remember when I was almost run over, as you scampered away afraid to know,...
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