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Caress me
The line of my hips
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Baudelaire said
"Wine, poetry, or virtue".
by xanablue
35 lines, 1 comment,
on May 11 12:39 AM 2004. In Angst
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I try to capture moments
but they flit away
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The way rays of sunlight pirouette on the carpet
like tiny dancers, lazy and drunk.
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I remember dark bars, dark corners
When I was still a girl
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I have plucked a thousand narcissus
and waited patiently
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Aurora, somewhere distant
lays her tongue on my ear
by xanablue
8 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 27 8:14 PM 2003. In Love
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I've been made aware recently
of fissures in the design of my fate.
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An open wound
You leave me
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The taste of you
Is left on me
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I am a duality
Muse and bitch
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I want for you
Everything I’m incapable of giving
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Pelting
Invading pale, rotting flesh
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I could've done it
Gotten lost in your hair
by xanablue
13 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 15 4:11 AM 2003. In Love
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The line of your back flickers and waves in candlelight.
A funeral pyre, our bed.
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The air soon showered red with blood
An’ stank of death an’ doom
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I fell through the cracks
Of your outstretched hand
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Walk me home.
Let’s go slowly, please.
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I writhe and thrash
At only whispers
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