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I am beyond saving
already aged and withered -
my skull is a bone-white ashtray of painted memories
you delve inside me, instictively -
Her past-self flickers like an unwashed candle
dripping pounds past the contours of her body; -
Before you saw something
that no one had or has again -
Choking in nothing-
not breathing -
the sun creeps in
& sleep's sweet song's -
i want to write a world that i can jump through
a hula-hoop in a playground without a voice- -
blisters-
ruining my shoes, my dance-floor -
for years i stood on rocks
and wondered how they crack and fault- -
the trees have died,
you feed me like the sun, -
Red lips i am speechless
mute,by Confetti Fairy-x 49 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 24 3:47 PM 2008 -
i am not the smile or the tear
the echo of the laugh -
Entwined and with no needs for words,
lying together under petal-lids -
I float like litter
on empty streetsby Confetti Fairy-x 72 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 12 5:44 AM 2008 -
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i'm coming to term with rainclouds,
grey skies and long showers-by Confetti Fairy-x 43 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 2 3:41 PM 2008. In Thoughts -
Some part of insignificant my masked face-
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Before the hurt there was a waiting room and we did not talk, as you went first.
Sat in chairs my mouth filled with small-talk, bitter-leby Confetti Fairy-x 19 lines, 12 comments, on Mar 17 2:43 PM 2008. In Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Weird -
talk your pretty words
they cannot lie -
am i
fitted snugly in a pulsing skullby Confetti Fairy-x 27 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 20 5:46 PM 2008. In Personal -
No more songs,
the melodies unfold in sympathetic whispers,by Confetti Fairy-x 28 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 13 5:10 PM 2008 -
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Hiding under a carpet of starlight we're different to the blur of the streetlight traffic-
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it's raining-
and my coffin is only made -
i do not breathe. and i think. my heartbeat is stuck half-way between my body and the air tapping on the wrinkles of my finger-tips. The pa
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The picture was empty with cracked glass
and no reward for connect the dots -
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this is where you come to die
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I'd let you out.
if you'd get in. -
The tired doesn't sleep it aches the fingers and drinks
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