Mere FemininityIt's not flirtation, But assumption That drives the world.Mere Femininity
Compartmentalised, Transparent Lies.
You mock us with meaning: “Feelings over honesty, Sensitivity over truth, Lies over force.”
Feminism Challenges that, Finds favour with those Who flirt with definitions, Who flower and bloom, Light flames under old meanings And flaunt the new.
You can lie All you want And claim that Definitions are sacred - Unchanging - And damn us with them,
But as we change, An
Seasonal Change of ClothingShe is The lone woman in a group; A bright flower (Or so they say.) Celestial, The latitude of a saint. Finds favour with fidelity And flirts with like minds. Always well-matched And in time For her seasonal change of clothing.Seasonal Change of Clothing
Train TimetableNo two train times Are exactly alike. That is how they plan your life, How they iterate Your last requests.Train Timetable
The system condenses Your every wish Into a shapeless pulp, Which, in turn, Becomes a blizzard of numbers And familiar faces.
Meeting the Devil...I saw you there, Standing at the corner All alone, And I wondered, What was an attractive girl like you doing Standing all alone?Meeting the Devil...
And then I found out; You were the Devil, Collecting souls From passers-by.
And you know how I knew? Because I was an angel, Saving the souls Of passers-by.
It was a bitterly cold day, A grey day, Greyed out from the non-existent Sun. And there was snow there. It seemed appropriate, The image of you, The Devil, With snow gathered 'round your feet.
Did you ha
I named your rays.
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When in doubt, poke it with a stick!
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╰☆╮мαιzιε [l.σ.ν.є.ѕ.] уσυ!╰☆╮
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