Who is this ambiguous figure
That contorts and lingers into
Green, eyes pried to the side
For intended hurt pride;
Poetry: Love is a Greedy Bitch
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Posted by in Poetry Our feet were dirty with sand
as we danced
hand in hand; we laughed
like two kittens
bitten by euphoria,
an original story
of crush-smitten children.
