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Post by xunpredictablel on Feb 12, 2012 22:38:47 GMT -5
This is part of a huge project I'm working on.
liquor fascinates strangulates kisses goodnight lips and pairs tortured people into bedspread lullabies. mimics a brother telling a sister a whisper-wood to make sure she finds solace at night and in the best friends with bark. so that the desperate can sleep, the fearful can rest, the angry can quiet. contemplative and flirty, laughing with the wolves - dancing with the mimes. she can’t hear the wind in the paper-chimes for once. muse doesn’t tap dance on her forehead with spiked stilettos and clown-faced makeup to tempt her to an oblivion of lonely nights and the booze, tainted with the feigned dignity that is loneliness.
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