the white

the white i prefer
is the white from colombia
a pure white not cut
that puts you in heavens
i miss her, she is good
i stick to her
i have dried my blood for her
she carries me in dreams
to a place where soon
i will not recover
she is the white i prefer
amongst the whites
stronger than the extreme whites parties
where everyone is tainted the same
it's an orgy of delight
so strong so pure so rare




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Written on 2018-06-05 at 13:44

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice.
Ashe
2018-06-05


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i really like this one, perfect blend of coloring and suggestion.
2018-06-05