her hitler hairdo.

I am Ave, an overworked underappreciated Law undergrad from Singapore. My blog is linked at the top of this main page. You must excuse the bareness of the layout - function over form, as the Bauhaus men put it. (Disregarding the fact that form itself is one such function.) And yes, the pink has been changed to something asexual.

I write poetry when I feel - many people do, actually - and I feel most when emotions are extreme. For censorship purposes, I shall withhold my list of such extreme emotions. This collection of my poetry dates back two years since I started writing properly. You will frequently come across lists upon lists of random yet related words. They are an everpresent reminder that I must one day know what they are to be properly called, in a focal literary sense.

But until then, I present to you Her Hitler Hairdo, and pray that you will be as destabilized reading my work as I was writing it.

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The most recent being:

Amber Aubade

Delicious sensitivity, this rich pink artifice
Wind cool and comforting
The rich textures of auburn atmosphere
Wisps that stroke and cascade
Down and around the nymph

Everything smooth, taut and warm
Heaven, you die and are reborn
Harsh cardinal black, why is this
The most sensual combination?

Floating, I am in a mist
Wrapped silky around me

So I went and collected my babies
Six of them, cold and inviting
Steel babies wrapped in their cardboard mittens
Loving and mine, all mine

They flow down my throat, chrome love
Rich as I guzzle them
My deliverance, my babies.

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