girl girl girl
the little cherub girl from the growing leaves
born off a wish and with flames in her steps
like a rope tied to her gut
she's gone again
overseas and over knees
twisted and curled
like some dirt covered exhaustion toes
she's flying
she's tasting the cheeses and
feeling the wheeze
of her lungs full with creamy nargile
tobacco child, running wild
sexing up the east
grinding with the freaks
and being born again through leaves.
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