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A grimacing touch of secluded life-
Weakened
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Stuttered steps into conversation.{untrustworthy vocals}
You interpose:
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A multitude of misinterpretted personas
Colluding
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A sidelong glance, a breathy smile.
"I wouldn't want to disapoint you" is whispered in the darkness,
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The cigerette shivers in his scrawling hands,
Drug scarred
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You reach into me.
Those wicked shivers imbedding themselves, deep.
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Exhausted lives weep endlessly, in the search for another sacrificialy fleeting whisper of chance.
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Light licks the edges of this shattering glass, / Mirrored images / Tremble at the imposed feroscity. / Willing cracks creep, finger-like /
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Her expression so long past, / Has faded into inmaterial secrecy. / Love swerves / To her submissive desolation, / It finds no warmth in her greying cheek / / As it's wings gen
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Those tatooed and tragic lips. / They weep for the razor to swipe them clean, / New blood to wash this dirty dream. / / Gleaming charm eminated from / His rotting features, / The memorising, breathtaking, deadene
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Look blank, Eyes like pencil sketches.
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The red spills From the unclasped bottle
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Intermitent glances Across a cheapened sticky table,
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She falls in a sideways slumber, The arm waves him forward [DRIVE]
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That pathetic specimen of a person who for some strange unknown reason seems to beleive that we must follow her freaking moves with such pr
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Is this innate, this stumbled frown? Unabletorecapture
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Abraisive knuckles of wind Pound upon her tear-streaked cheeks,
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Tranquil whispers from your odd - angled eyes, As the tender, winter light
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A washing line That holds up wet washing
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im not sure about this...
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Seeing you switch, Fleetingly one form of another,
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Shards of belief melt And become diluted
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Untracked. Regular reliability enables survival. [for just about everyone]
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I lie undone, My sweet elixir of excuses fade under your eyes,
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Alternate visionary specticals, [Flashing between a prescence and an absence]
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i wanted to explore the darker conitations of this title...all over as it the finality, physically and like when americans say im on it...
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A subtle tickle, Feeling the prescence of something you cannot quite see,
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red blossoming rose plunging delectibly over your tongue
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Whirling endlessly Infinate-
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Sleek, So sleek you can see the grease mark.
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Something seasonal; A snow angel perhaps, [I always spelt it angle]
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Curled around one simple dagger- Cursed so innocent, so young
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