baked pies

Seek a lie in a virgin’s eye.
And be led to the light-ahhhh-the light
of that ol’ train to salvation
seeking its prey on a one way track.
Drawing ya in like moths to the campfire
-ahhhh-leaping fires in pagan rites of lust and love
(freedom?) from the light in a virgin’s eye.
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with slightly burnt crusts
freckled faced bright eyed
speaking thru clenched jaws
of perfect teeth
straining to smile a sweet one for ya.
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and thinly sliced apples
now begins the tale foreseen
foretold in glass towers
-burning lips with sips of joy-
she still sees what she wants
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