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Small SunsThis is how you've come to find me. Let the octopus have its vocal way. Spiked skin sticks, You found my slippery feet. Small suns scream. My eight-legged dream. You develop wavering eyes, Slowly breathing blue. Only the creature can breathe here. My space quencher.Small Suns
by ~mystarlet
SuckerMelt my mouth. We speak of trains by the sugar clock. Dirty legs, And speech is sap. What swollen things. Grandma's teeth. This one's right above my stomach. Piercing like your voice, With syrup drowning. Speed living has damaged you. Sugar overdose did that too. But the sweet beads addict true. Now you suck my spirit, And i end up sugarless.Sucker
by ~mystarlet
Spin With Me StarI am stuck in a rug. Orange spills, And fabric crumbles in smoke. I am trapped in your mind exploding, Like stars blowing up. They fizz into stardust. Walk-over’s and trips, I am unnoticed in my prison. Clean it. And while you beat it out, Billows of dusts escape, And stars blast and disappear. Spin with me star. I want to spiral to death. I crave your freedom of blue, This high blue, And creeping from this doormat. I whirl Fast, not knowing my mistake. I am trapped. You go star. Encased in orange and smoky dirt,Spin With Me Star
by ~mystarlet
Stiff SticksWhat a wedge. I hope you can crawl. Milky powder, Rainbow flounder. His nose is rotten, and useful. You are made of stiff sticks, Lollys and licks, And a silly situation. The Ludevick comes inside. He picks of the floor, And leaves the mess. The door slams pink. I creep under the bed. What a wedge. I breathe in the rug. You outline my face. I breathe your face. You taste my kiss, In the mattress dark,Stiff Sticks
And we breathe, Craving no return of the Ludevick.
by ~mystarlet
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