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Supreme Pie’s Vanity

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

IMG_20170412_133744_885The vanity
of my hips
insanity,
lavishly,
runs a course.
For
in its prize
lies a surprise,
that causes,
indulgence remorse.
Appetite’s delight,
assures
at 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
Copyright (c) Reserved purposes intended for the use of Tamara L Dorsey-Moore and chosen audience.

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