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Fantasy Factory off of Shouldbe Blvd.
by Timothy WilsonThe light the view
I saw her captured in the glass jar
Fighting faster and crying out
to no man
Strands of her longs silky hair set in place
by the hands of angels and the glow of modesty
in the radiant light I basked
Sitting in the back of my head to watch her be
And in the translucent Fantasies
A call for labeling reality
A touch
A warmth
The taste of tears
Pulling back in writhing battle my mind
awakening to a flawed and hapless beauty
The girl with the jet black hair
04/15/2011 Posted on 04/16/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
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