CG Girl 40

Forty WinksThey say your eyes are windows Windows to our souls His eyes were living like flesh and blood Empathically dead Like watching summer skies still blue When the light is fading Graying Just before the red bled through Black would leave his lips Inky words Cherry like a hallmark card Not his own Bought for two dollars a feeling On sale now Is anybody home? Should someone look in the window? What would we see inside? His child playing on the floor? Laying on the floor?Forty Winks
He was a strange fruit Hanging from a tree Branching
I Am Woman
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"The pink bunnies...THEY COME!!!" ~me~
Me: Why is it called Baby food? Is it made with real babies?
Cos: No...silly...it's made with Baby Extract
Me: Oh...
Hope you enjoy the time you spend here at DA!
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
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