POmoNa Fruit Queens: Si Se Puede Little Daddies
There’s no Person where I used to Exist.
A smile that Left returns Synthetic,
a careful Art, Pretense, and a Façade,
in company of my Little Daddies.
You see I am an Empty woman filled
again by Something (and my other selves).
Its Death by a thousand Erasures, Oh?
Give it Power then! May the best Fighter
be known not for Winning but for forcing
a new Reality that GLOWS GLITTER
GLAM. “Stop by Jaguar for some of this Ice.”
GLAM. “Stop by Jaguar for some of this Ice.”
Queens of Verse and Sirens with Feroz
Passions can soon take the Stage: Paris Burns
Phoenix Rising Coffee Table Revolution.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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