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So verf ek jou in violet en geel, my trane sag wat jou gedagtes steel.
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Paint amputates from rusted metal coils,
as limber weeds reach for absent limbs.
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Shadows melt in the scarlet tears the flowers left on the floor.
Alienation shoots root as songs of evergreen spring to life.
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The smoke huddles close to his tired body.
Grand Guignol toils at his tired skin.
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The binding black tarmac swallows the attune grey silhouette,
Where only the lines shine on the drops of scarlet petals.
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Dust settles on her lonely stage.
Maximum dissemination, has faded to hue and cry.
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Affected and estranged, her song rearranged.
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The mist accumulates her ember tears as she cares for him
Gently engraving the lace around his aluminosis limb.
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Amytal melts marble floor,
universe reflects in a drop of pinprick scarlet liquid.
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The moon rises, leaving it's silver footprints on ice water.
She appears.
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Drops of liquid lavender and melted flowers,
extended in glorios silver threads.
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Stars wet ivory skin,
as the moon sheds his tears...
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Time has become ripe in the golden leaves that blow across the August sky: God's smile reflecting into his children's hearts...
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by Xx Luna xX
8 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 7 2:29 AM 2008
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Hair entwined with the blood of humanity she wears on her hands.
Evil now chokes the world with putrid black strands.
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Sy het probeer om hom te veras,
die gedagtes van sy hande wat onder haar klere was.
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Vampires loom here, among the ashes,
where bodies lie torn, wrapped in gashes.
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Vandag is die gelag en gesels gedemper deur:
drippels wat saggies oor die marmer blad trippel.
by Xx Luna xX
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 14 7:41 AM 2008
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Hidden beneath ivory leaves,
Safe from all nature thieves.
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Blue light fades to a subttle pallet.
The water flutters as a breeze,
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Black seeps trough as burnt roses cut ivory skin.
Coral alabaster marks bleached trails, pieces reveal:
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Cigarette smoke forms rings around my lost thoughts.
Hollow footsteps echo down the halls.
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Before God picked up the golden thread of time,
before he started to weave the world,
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Thoughts creep through a bloody and scrapped skull,
This impure method of freedom redeems me no more.
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Just as the sun kisses the moon good morning,
where colors of dolophine and auburn dance along the clouds,
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Captain of mist and ocean breeze,
once commanded crews from all seven seas.
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Flaunting butterflies engrave their presence,
they keep her company while she works.
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Deep within the forest womb,
where no man's footsteps caress the ground.
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Grey silhouettes sketch dark shadows on the rims of emerald flames.
Soft twine of aluminum frills dangle, whispering forgotten names.
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Merchant of dreams,
she comes in dead of night, selling to every lost soul,
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My soul I bring to you,
marked as deep passion rose petals.
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I cannot capture you in ink,
no matter who's skillful hand yields the pen,
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