Rachael Delamar Poems

the smell of gasoline

and her lita ford hair..the sound of static is the schizophrenia buzzing through the air..the sight is my lachrymose mother letting her conniving tears fall into the glass of vodka in one hand and the ash on her ciggarette in the other is dangerously close to falling...
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Im addicted to the fuzzy glare..our reflection in glass..

Cars passing by the other side
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Haven is a place

She is a namesake
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Head first

and Strategize myself
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Rachael Rachel Raquel Rachelle
The things I found when searching for me…
Amazing gravity defying breasts, can grip a tenner in her cheeks.
little lamb, an ewe, one with purity
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My

Lady
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lovely readers a tale...of a lady-love and a dark prince..though it is not a romantic tale..it is one of lust....passion in disquise...and yes slightly vague since i do not like to hand feed ideals...or thoughts...i want things to make me think to make me change my mind...to challenge my very morals..

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