Title: Isabella
Author: Heather P.

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My Porcelain Marble Girl
so transparent and flocking
when she crawls around
with her hips of carven ivory
(a craven little beast)
She, my, Tapping fingered Zen teacher
Sing it baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah! ....
as she rises her Iris eye with no way out
The pearl box of her mouth
has tole' me LiE$
She sits with her crown of teeth and bone
Primalllllllll (this fire burns)
.....within me and.....
HER
We laid and ran
Fraile and brokenlike a ocean foam .. ... .... .....
Now we are.....
none.
*a/n: all incorrect spelling, spacing and otherwise is meant to be that way.