White Trash Beautiful
Poetry for Lovers, Adventurers and Philosophers
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Carmen
Why is he kissing that girl?
The one with the peppermint hair
and apple-dipped nails.
Doesn't he know
her eyes are too sweet?
and her lips will go sour
when she feels the heat,
of another flame tugging her sleeve?
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