Something Is Bound to Happen.It'll be good.
Possibly monumental.
And perhaps I will try my tender little hand at poetry.
It will have to be witty of course, and bone chillingly funny.
An Oscar Wilde sort, but perhaps with a little more PMS.
Cheers!
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My hands curved over an invisible orange Running along the ivory keys My vacant twelve year old eyes Inhaling the buttery skies and candy clouds My raw ears cupping the delicious sonic boom of Bacon crackling in the other room I picture my mother poised over them Turning each sliver of piggy over with care My weight sinking into the satin bench While curly-q baby hairs kiss my forehead My fingers striking the keys The notes rise as clear as glass My mouth twisting into a pout At how breathtakingly short A perfect moment is.
by ~Little-China-Doll
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