Out
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Few can remember the grayscale of the closet,
and the little white line that let in dancing men
draped in rainbow cloaks.
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Diva
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hammer out the heart
sand the fissure
you aren't broken
you are
a
bad
bitch
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Pan
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My love
at it's simplest
is a bloody iris.
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The Perfect Mirror
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I’m searching through a pile of broken glass for a mirror.
one that shows the
perfect
p
e
r
s
p
e
c
t
i
v
e
.
Shaped in the likeness of a s-c-a-r
by the fumbling of restless hands.
A shard that expresses detail/lacks disdain.
I’d love a jagged mirror.
One that pretends I love my features
when I hate half my headshot.
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Cookie Dough
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I am
a ball of cookie dough.
Why the fuck
should you care
about who made me,
or how I was rolled?
I taste great
either way.
About the Creator
Eilen Straft
I wish there was more to say about me. My head is constantly swimming with questions I will probably never have the answers to, so the best I can do right now is share what I think about. Also, I love you!!!
Insta: Eilen.Poetry
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