Halfway to HeavenA Poem by Quasi-MotorollaHalfway to heaven was the slit of her dress.
Halfway to heaven was the slit of her dress, a curtain that the night wind pulled aside hiding beneath it liquid skin, the kind that made you want to tip your head back and drink her in, right out of that dress and watch it fall lifeless to the ground; for without her, it was nothing. Without it, she was everything.
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1 Review Added on July 16, 2015 Last Updated on July 16, 2015 AuthorQuasi-MotorollaLincoln, NEAboutI have always really enjoyed writing but I put so much of myself in my writing that it has always been difficult to share with people I know so I am trying a new approach; sharing with people that I d.. more.. |

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