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shine







speckled ceiling matter
stares down on my frame
wondering surely
why I twist so
restlessly and
incessantly


the surrounding world
feels as empty as my bed
as I shed my outer skin
in place of softer
colder climates


calmly, I clamber
into feather down
and smother out
my insecurities
with night dreams
imaginations
of not being
alone tonight.






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  • alexandra.
    December 25, 2008
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    And I forgot the clappy hands.
    pffff.


  • alexandra.
    December 25, 2008

    Edit | Reply
    I love this.
    Lots&lots&lots&lots&lots.
    &just a little bit more

    "wondering surely" - I love that bit
    And your descriptions are just brilliant
    "speckled ceiling matter
    stares down on my frame"
    "I shed my outer skin
    in place of softer
    colder climates"

    Fantastic.
    x.