Wednesday, 17 January 2024

Zaylee

I'm never a girl, who curses and blasts, my mind in a whirl, a face like a stone, I'm built to last, best that you count on, don't treat me with furs, are all men trapped, want me in shiny skirts, I'll waltz like a ghost, dance until collapse, my lies are my own, your head's in a twirl, any present will pass, my prayers are always fair, why cry at the doorpost, drink green tea aghast, ask what I want most, please turn the flame down, if you cook with gas, say your heart's unfurled, avoid any crash.

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