the paleness of
a drowsy limbo
awaits the dulcet
cry of a flower petal,
cheeks and loud
frizzy locks;
—cast a trancing
evil on the ‘other’ him,
chasing dots of light,
putting an end to his
star-gazed haze;
—he must smell like
terribly burnt rosettes
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the paleness of
a drowsy limbo
awaits the dulcet
cry of a flower petal,
cheeks and loud
frizzy locks;
—cast a trancing
evil on the ‘other’ him,
chasing dots of light,
putting an end to his
star-gazed haze;
—he must smell like
terribly burnt rosettes