I twist the plastic baptizing
Your impending disaster.
Bread or wine people
Rarely change but given
Enough altitude any man,
Whatever his station, can fly.
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I lick your alabaster wrists
The graphic pulse sublimating
To a chaos that I will never
Comprehend through force.
I could devour you but the hunger
Would overpower my senses.
You are not mine
But only mine will suffice.
mindlovemisery 
Your wordles are impressive and wonderful. I love them!
Awww thank you they are so much fun =)
Really strong piece.. I enjoyed it.. !
Awww thank you!
Ha. I like the commentary in the first one. Plastic baptisms roll right off, and change is certainly hard for those attached to tradition (and religeon). And I agree, anyone can fly.
Thanks so much X
Another great list–wowza! And I love the bit about “any man can fly” (or woman–I learned this late in life, and I am soaring!).
That is wonderful to hear Dell!