i could set your face in oil paint
bring you immortal
encase you in amber
observe from every angle
and then some
because you've got
those pretty—
those honey—
those baroque—
wayward—
abysmal.
eyes
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keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)
Poetrytap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019
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i could set your face in oil paint
bring you immortal
encase you in amber
observe from every angle
and then some
because you've got
those pretty—
those honey—
those baroque—
wayward—
abysmal.
eyes
