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Madd Apple Pie
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Created on 2-27-08
- She's holding warmth loving,
- upon her face.
- We once were the only ones,
- within a dream.
- Now she has drifted..
- To the corners of distance.
- Within she remains
- a sweet, delicate girl.
She spoke with soft wisdom, hidden familiarity and melting lingers as her glowing, crooning red-silk hair matted and dangled aimlessly long against her unarmed, lowered relaxed shoulders.
Sweet apple pie to savour, this one.
With thin-wrapped, softly wound, tightly epped and sereneful pink-red lips teased and pleased a slight, amused edging around rest of the smooth, lavishing filled-round face.
Upon looking up, her smile shone a bright illumination of tranquil 'n ecstasy from her eyes in a perfect combination of grace, lostness, lofted embassies of framed beauty and complete sense of whole.
Taking her soft, gentle breezed hand - we flew to the skies and have not returned to perceptive reality since.
Lost inside this beautiful, mad, and weird exciting cave.
Painted pictures, walls, entrance, memories floating effortlessly on the twinkling, swooned blue swirls of fantasy memoirs mimicking small ponds.
Wakes and wings expand driftly by, swaying for some Madd Apple Pie.
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Scrumptious!!!