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one of those
her cryptonite heart
and salivated secrets; she
spills over him like a
velvet blanket heavy with
cold forsaken promises
he is strangled by fingertips
painted bright red
inverted souls
she spills over him like
a stuffed toy with empty eyes
his bed of roses and bleeding skin
of
opencloseopenclose scabs
neverending like his feelings
towards her
she spills over him like
the queen of broken hearts
his open eyes
bled to the ground at
the sight of her beauty
and salivated secrets; she
spills over him like a
velvet blanket heavy with
cold forsaken promises
he is strangled by fingertips
painted bright red
inverted souls
she spills over him like
a stuffed toy with empty eyes
his bed of roses and bleeding skin
of
opencloseopenclose scabs
neverending like his feelings
towards her
she spills over him like
the queen of broken hearts
his open eyes
bled to the ground at
the sight of her beauty
Published 11th Dec 2009
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11th Dec 2009 2:57pm
with imagery finely blended - and for once I enjoy the scrunch of open close!
