some steel may blush or bleed and never know fire.
we wake up as wild and young as a blind baby universe
cloudy cake and warm coffee sex
she is my ferocious caramel girl: an eternity of dance
you worry life's not yet giving you joy
but desire to live haunts your fever breath-
we will die like brilliant pierced glass windows
she is born with two dazzlingly translucent hearts
but those softly blazing liquid secrets stream over broken bone
the man said he fooled angels
he must smoke a magic grass
make one more sacred circle linger
I like to think that time heals
the velvet rhythm could decay for once, like our dark poison candy perfume
it'd kill him to drink in the melting blueness of long naked pools
a champagne ghost embrace from yesterday
they question an eyeless ocean the color of every change
poetry always seeps away from a cut in peace, I would go too but why miss this delicious smile?
his porcelain flower was almost fresh, free and clean as if trusting a morning star
I never look down, only perhaps I am surrounded in wet marble sky.














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I love prostitutes because Jesus said to.
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we are the kids who feel like dead ends...
~ProjectImprove
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it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.
~ ohsostarryeyed
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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
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I love prostitutes because Jesus said to.
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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~
We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.
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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
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