study in minor

prefer not understanding

the idea of one direction

one horse

one town

whatchoo talkin’ bout…limitations

I rose to a golden candied brown

where is the prize wrapping for monotone only

a confined taste

when there is a variation of tinted eyes

assorted leaves and petals through which to tip toe

desires in width where a hind part and

matching hips as

big as all outdoors is a thing of envy

levels in depth

more and more to behold

how is coolness a maverick spirit

thinking a rigid and lonely theory

my barest of energy to these ignorant notions

it is bound to be my life work

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