some short writings// part 3
okay I know you are probably tired of my writings so this is the last one for a while... - 8 - 8 curved around making consecutive loop holes, sliding through open doors, making an ice pond, to do a figure 8, weaving in and out of traffic as only a sly man can, closing up s's because it could, 8 candies, 8 fish, 8 eyes, 8 skies, 8 -moon- sitting around circles around in my minds eye the sky no morning, afternoon, or play -me- my lips are bright shinning like the sun, my feet are broken, battered, and have been rammed like a road needing to be mended, my knees shake and knock like the hula when I'm scared, my heart can hiss, snap, and slither but can be sunny, kind, and sweet... I am a sun-sponged donut-home girl...
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