The eyes, they look and scold
the mind it beholds creations
of a new design that require
brave thinking and closed eyes.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
The eyes, they look and scold
the mind it beholds creations
of a new design that require
brave thinking and closed eyes.
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-Alina
Clean my body with boiling water
till my flesh is seared and scorched,
red and blistered. Itching until I pick
and pull my skin off.
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-Alina
Broken eyes look clean
holding images in eyelids,
falling into iris thoughts
dark and endless.
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-Alina
Hold me down, under the sun,
golden eyes strike my body
little bruises to my heart.
Unapologetic looks
leave me battered,
your voyeurism hurts.
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-Alina
Boiling lips, kiss hot in the
summertime. The hearts of lovers
flutter and divine unknown futures,
romance figures dive into pools
of blood and oil.
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-Alina