Written by The Exotic Starfish Sea of salty diamonds Regenerates it's maimed self Fairy tales in cocoons Butterflies of words threatening Come out, come out Games of hide'n seek Prosodic parallel world (Think) Sometimes I am Even the most cold-hearted cry when an onion narrates its tale. Purple cow crowned Jumping through small tiny keyholes Upside down makes sense Human tales read aloud The other world real as a pinch (Write my story short) Turn knots into bows Before E there is an I (Am) sometimes I think. Read more by this writer |
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