faith in faints
& fears that frolic
feed my 'find me'
free my flee
fists in fighting fools that fold,
full of frost-bit fury!
Fine, I'm fine
Ok! not fine
fix me by his favor
I fall far down
I'm frightened now
I fail
I'm forced to feel
To fling, not cling, no feen is seen
but friends forsee for real
The flocks, the fruit, the flowers, the floods
The fictious flattery
The friendly fair-tales that be
Fervent in forgotten feats
the father flexes with his fire,
His feisty formula
my fortitude is falsified
I fuss, forget the fun!
My flaky state: the "finish line"
A forbidden food for thought
a foster child fishing flasks
To mask her fragile flour bags
Fantasies are fleeting fast...
Ugly flaws, an unhealed past
Censored by the foggy floors
Killing fluent, furious flesh
Fiercely facing forward ... The finger at its best!
(Work in progress)
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