Rachel

Do you want me like this, am I just your shout, who doesn’t need to exist, powdered lightly you emerge, shadows dance on your mouth, the fragrance of cold purges, some play at being missed, those who like the South, all day you fuss and twist, why flaunt a constant dirge, be waylaid by touts, I have gone beyond hurt, and you my sister, a coquette with every pout, who refuse me any kiss, a singer of great splurges, lovers bite their fists, waters part and merge, am I to be dismissed ? .