Eat you my paltry heartEat you my heart for it is paltry, stringy and yearns to eat the world in turn.Eat you my paltry heart
So I gave it away once, to a woman on the street whose fingers were wrapped in arabesque gold and silver curls that were their own kind of stylised gorgeousity and present only on the other side of madness; a friend, when we sat hip to hip trying to define our own kind of reality sharp mirror shards as our toes dig into
warm crannies of a couch overlaid with a tender blanket; another friend, another continent away and another and another and another and another and another one to
the paths we walkHeaven knows: i do not know where I should go from the here and now to the tomorrowthe paths we walk
during these midnight ramblings along serpentine veins tracing the corridors of the mind :- age-old, dusky with disuse or forming like tender skin:
Glistening, pink and tender.
in mornings I wake to the tepid taste of peeling skin and yellow nails coating my tongue -
the unpleasant tang of honesty that lingers after twilight impressions.
It is written that i will not know where I should go. There are only morning routines: of tooth
Out of Order
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*OoOoo.
Thanks for the favorite!!!
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I want to see the light leave your eyes.
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If you must drink and draw, please do so responsibly.
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But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
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ARGH! The page tried to cut me in half!
Yay. Stage one of my delurk mode.
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