Poetry: Flippant

For Pied x

Friday freaky vibes late on a Monday night

Fruity fresh and wicked witchcraft burning in delight

Are we a coven now? Are we witches? A quiet voice asks in flickering light

But hair is only pushed to the side

As we are flippant

With our love

With our devotions

But also we are fabulous darling

Burning our way to glory

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