poetry

Supreme Pie’s Vanity

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The vanity of my hips insanity,  lavishly runs a course. 

For in its prize lies a surprise, 

that causes indulgent’s remorse. 

Appetites delight, assures by sight, the most beautiful impeccable pie. 

To the extreme of every dream.

To die inside its cry. 

Magic is captured in its rapture, 

a mystique burst of pipes.  

Masterful yearning grasps the concern, of instrumental techniques, tightly .  

Ingredients of uniqueness intrigues an addiction, 

assigned by a signature curse. 

Bent on sweet vengeance, a warning is mentioned, to pace the heart after the first. 

The vanity of my hips’ insanity  lavishly runs a course, 

for the magnitude of learned lesson’s proof, acknowledges  supreme pie — 

a reckoned force.

By Tamara L Moore

Thinker on the loose

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