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Home (Free verse) by Bethy

Smoke blew from her painted lips A mini skirt stretched around her hips Her breasts were tucked in a lacey blue bra She hated her mother and loved her paw She walk up and down the dimly lit street Red leather pumps blistered her feet Black dye covered her beautiful hair she, do anything but go back there...

Dovina 9-Aug-05/6:54 PM
I like the rhythm.

She walked up and down

paw > pa?

The last 2 lines confuse. Maybe you mean "she'd do anything but go back there"




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