It's a Trap!

hey sugar,
would you like to escape?
to my well decorated appartment

we can get stoned
ill turn on music
light a candle

leave the unbuttoning to me
if you can wait

shadows of last night
have yet to be licked from the mirror

which you look very pretty in

let me count your freckles
and the ridges of your lips

baby,

ive got you surrounded

_Jackson Grind

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estrogen

Glitter

I spied one moth white
flying against a stormy november night
and she was me
destined for disaster
but rare and alive nonetheless
perhaps one distant day
nameless we'll be pressed
in a yellowing page
fragments of an age
once moonlit and warm
mistaking any given ray of light
for the morn
Francesca Calabrese
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Savior

Make me forget the past.
This is all I ask.Take my hand and lead,
And bring me back.
Back to who I am
Back to who I've always been
And yet to be, I am,
Yours, eternally.
Flow like a river,
Rushing through my soul
Until you are my insides,
And make me whole.
Take the clouds and part them
Walk across the sea
Pray to God for wisdom
And let us be, love.
Let us be.

_Copyright ©2007 Francesca Rebecca Calabrese