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You matured And got lost behind the tiny figure of a cigarette The funky smoke lines that sheltered in the cracks of old walls Were made by mouthful six syllable words you uttered You matured And the exclamations you sighed Through those full and bloody red lips Reeked of alcohol When you repeatedly stated, “I know” You were mature Your delicate hands with long and shapely fingers Look stark naked without the defining ring of validation And your “Hello” was the alphabet of dominance Your steps only knew the path between the kitchen and the bedroom Yes, you were the little princess of dull knives and chopable vegetables Cooking love that underneath expensive perfumes Stunk of fried onions and roasted garlic You matured When you ranted without a pause for breath You had read “love” in books And how easily could say, “I love you!” When you clawed on being Through your artistic expression of body language You were mature You lived alone Had a pet Read contemporary literature Took sedatives Stayed up late All because you were mature Mature And like the toys in the kids' section at Wal-Mart On sale!

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Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!