Susan

by Antiquarius

She was an inevitable beauty. Suspect her
Up to no good. When the radio played
Songs for this siren. Paint doubts the starving
Artist sleeves in her scars. Wiccan goddess,
Naive teenage Southern belladonna.

Submission date : 2006-01-15

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