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The soul is the eyes for each individual the eyelids with open activity ablaze with life. Swallowed with the human translation of hope a glitter of dispair and the moment of true happiness. The one thing about each human that beckons another into themselves... | |
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Morphine lips addictive kiss sweet as nectar absinthe as deadly as a meaningful word a meaningful touch a generous season. But such things can never last they r 2 fragile 2 precious to understand | |
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all of me is drained into this hideous skin sometimes all i desire is to shed and just be moonlight. Nobody judges the night. | |
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raindrops of sin crimson covered cemetary girl dancing in a absinthe dripped daydream holding her breath forever...for a moment forcing each scent to become new as she breathes...when she does breathe unclean glitter softens her lids shallow empty eyelids screaming muted, blind, deaf screams twirling spinning falling laughing into the stone fingers swollen tender mi belle peche, mi linda pecado, my beautiful sin! | |
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sharp edged gentle skelton hands wispy long fingers ice, when touching her lashes whispering against her glass skin breaths came in decorated boxes of guilt and thunder between shoulder and collar bone fire burned her as he whispered words that only ghosts comprehend. Posessed by all that he was or would become. They lay, two ghosts, living drinking of life for the moment |
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