THE-REALLY-GONE-
MOTH-HEADED-GRANDMOTHER
Moths inside your head,
otherwise empty is it,
and out of your ears
they sure fly-and-flit.
Like a social-butterfly -
one with a cool wit -
you got around when a girl.
Very old and vacant you do sit.
PARTYING-PAIR-
WE-TWO-NOW-WERE
The girl was part-Chinese
and out for full-on-fun.
Atop, beneath, on her knees.
She was spicy on the tongue.
No I don't remember her name.
I sure was party to her game.
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