Artist Girl Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Artist Girl



Snow running down your neck
Addicted to the curse
Getting what you least expect
When wanting more first
Little artist girl bring on the show
You withstood the whip well
What will you do now with all you know?
How you barter, how you sell.




Taken from Smoking Butterflies © 2008

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