Luca Menin

Curly Armada - Poem by Luca Menin

Curly armada, temple the sky,
Dress of hearty cuddles
When she walks of high hill and shape lips.
Of fire passion, her month disbelieve- her voice.
Eyes slam the doors,
Swap corners hold.
Nail finger pierces her skin talk.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012

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