Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Friday, 9 January 2015
Wisps of cotton candy fall from the sky
And I dance around in this rain
Naked and relaxed I rejoice.
Carefree, I step lightly
Sticky sugar sticking to my skin.
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