SelfieA Poem by Leslie Philibertempty picturesMantis girl, all legs and arms, a mess of open wounds.Too many mouths open,too many blank eyes. Femina juvenilia. A pink heap in front of a secret room,filled with stuffies and unread words.No story, no strings,a body opened like a bruised pet. You are a shell, painted, seen but not understood. You have failed to be immortal.
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Added on January 10, 2015Last Updated on January 10, 2015 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more.. |

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