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woke up this morning with a David Bowie face… felt my nose and it wasn’t, I supposed Because it was so aquiline, and held a fragrance near divine Satinskin wrapped ‘round the head And cheeks like a ledge for holding tears on jawline wedge Brows curved at my bidding, to the left to the right lowered like a touch from the sheik in the night Jawbone of rolled silk from ear to ear And ears were two shells where Gods poured in their beer My hair brushed back with Golden Years And a hairline carved with care Any icy meltdown stare from blue green points of view A pupil one could drown in, obsidianic pool Mona Lisa lips were painted harlequin In so surreal a grin, I kissed them full and fell right in --CRONIN DETZZ |
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