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listena broken rosary is wrapped around her neck. her long, painted nails cast a rosey glow around the ebony beads. she keeps her hands there, by her neck, protecting herself from suffocation, or perhaps causing it. she swings her hips back and forth, and in small circles. the music swirls up into the air like puffs of smoke, hazey gray forms - dragons, butterflies, and unicorns, crawling across the crowd and into the ears of those who listen for them. the sweet guitar licks swim to her like mermen, caressing her skin with their scales. her lips move as the words come shooting across the room like glittering bullets. her arms slowly fall from arounlisten


fadefaded corduroys like our friendship they are ripping at the knees and i plan to wear them out and out and in again i could never bear to throw anything away (you know that)fade


hospital gowninari injected into your dry, salty skin a scaled mermaid with 99 tongues all sharp as the needle that leaves your arm not for a moment injecting life back into your quiet veins all too quiet for my liking i scream into your eyes "OPEN" you lie there pale and turning into something a little less human, a little less you and the doctors have only come to watch death on the stage/ death in stages: one by one the pieces fall away until there is nothing left of the person i lovedhospital gown


carcachonyesterday in france a young girl by the name of blue bought a bright red pen from the drug store by her house. she stopped every few blocks on the way to school to write a quote of dreams and hopes, song lyrics with shooting stars falling from the Ys and the Is, moons curling around the Qs.carcachon
at school she wrote her notes with the pen, the same way that she had written the songs across the sidewalks. she bit her lips when the teacher called on her. 5th period they began to bleed. a drop of blood fell from her bottom lip onto her page, smearing the red ink, camoflaging it. she pressed her palm against the drop, and smeared it furth
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plastic wishes for plastic people
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I'm in love with illusions
so saw me half
I'm in love with tricks
so pull another rabbit
out of your hat
I adore both your photography and writing. Care if i add ya to my watch?
Thanx again sweetheart.
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I am Jack's wasted life.
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