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- Cigarettes and Polka Dots -
By Rebel tiGer King
With a cigarette in her lips
She starts the dance
Freezing time and space
Translating her words
Electric lightning
She inhales so deep
As to shake the gravity of my romanticism
And sexual intentions
She breathes
Exhales her self esteem
Showing my irrelevance
A meaningless existance
Like the crow to a young Edgar
But her secret is not discreet
Her red lipstick sleeps with many
The lines on her face
Like a map of the world
She's just an ink stain
On a polka dot sun dress in July
I guess I'll be her bleach.
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Copyright 2013 Rebel tiGer King
Published on Friday, August 30, 2013.
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Comments on " - Cigarettes and Polka Dots -"
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A former member wrote:
"like the crow to a young Edgar" 'til the end is absolutely immaculate. your undying love for women is evident in all you touch.
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On Sunday, September 1, 2013, FadedBlues
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wrote:
...so much experience in the living she's done, that caused the stains & the smeared lipstick...
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On Friday, August 30, 2013, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
"But her secret is not discreet"...awesome piece, man! Be her bleach, indeed..:). I sense the regret and wish for better between the lines of this one. I've been through seasons like that too. Ciao, T/S
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On Friday, August 30, 2013, Devilish
(2658) wrote:
She inhales so deep As to shake the gravity of my romanticism And sexual intentions She breathes.. this was a beautiful statement. then i get to the last and im at a loss,. lol wow. long time no see ..
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