Ballerina With Fins
Phantom Of The Mind - Poem by Ballerina With Fins
He took me to strawberry fields
and left me amongst the red dots
which left a harsh aftertaste on
my honeyed tongue.
We walked through the tall grass,
prickling my senses and covering
my wondered eyes.
The world was ridden with the musk of
hot-headed minds, heavy weary bodies
and dulled fantasy.
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