Ballerina With Fins Poems

Broken crayon
grimy orange,
Smudges of
dirt, of love,
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Life is a freak show
and we are all freaks.

Mother i listen and i'm
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(L*ve's a four-letter word,
so, darling, don't you swear)

I'm sorry that I killed you, honey,
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Who am I?
I have sat myself firmly down,
in the middle of the universe,
neither right or left, torn between
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Believe it or not;
I am a Poem Hunter
and I will not hesitate to attack.
I wallop words, every single one of
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Jessy, Jessy, Jessy, I do.
Perhaps I do, do you
Do too?
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Close your eyes, baby,
filter out the Darkness,
and you can still see the
world through the sunlit
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Under the apple tree
in fall, eating
rubies the size of her palm.
Leaves falling on to her
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Hello little miss Anonymous,
splashing your ambiguous name in black
over my page;
AnonymousOne
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Little girl
pink frock,
touches Death:
a morbid
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