Mrs. Smoke

Intelligence, Beauty, Humour.where's my mind?Intelligence, Beauty, Humour.
at the ripened apple age of barely 20,
the words escape my nets.
i'm cut when i can't figure
d for b
3 for E;
from flinching at estuary grammaticals
to this - fast writ shit.
my letters lurk,
words writhe away,
my salivation lacks salvation
who denies my only role?
therefore deny all knowledge and
pretend i wasn't here
enclose me.
knittingsewingcooking
shakespearechaucerparker
i'm orwell in
Tears
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Succumb to the murder-bot !
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So don't go away, say what you say, say that you'll stay
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.
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(Says something witty about saying something witty.)
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