or smoky webs, in puddled pools
amasked, is lifes spark and creation.
Disguised as gypsy penny bracelets,
knee-high socks and morbid statements,
wrapped up tight, bold and complacent,
there sits the pitted irony.
our thoughts weebie, (we be?)
so iridescent,
knitted stiff with luminescence
see-through rocks & pre-pubescence,
lingers soft with harmony.
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