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Russian analog pain clock
Schoolgirl grown assassin
your face reminded me
of a Killer sighting reported the news
stalking prey
no remorse wrapped around necks so neat
when i first saw heartless eyes
forest green or Gainsboro grey
thirsty for the blood of words on wind
pouring feelings i desired
off night tables dripping
spilled as single barrel whisky
wetter than the bed sheets
orifices tore wide open
aerate the stains
if looks could kill
i'd bleed out on our bedroom floor
at feet too fast to hear
how murder crept
they spoke over tea
murmured witch killer
in the house of leaves
ice ballet silhouettes
soute (soh-tay)
so black in proper from
articulated
as expensive figures
your designation rolls
like a snake singing lullabies
this breeze screams too far through cables
awaking
sleeping giantesses
collarbones called my fingertips
you caught me off guard
tumbled over curved couches
haunted nights nagging
sculpt me as sandcastles fall to the sea
catching heroin junkie legends
we stirred a creature in the deep
calling to the dark
and the shadoe's spoke back
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first impressions of a fellow poetess based off of avatars/profile pics,and
how poems fell as daggers leaving lasting impressions.
your face reminded me
of a Killer sighting reported the news
stalking prey
no remorse wrapped around necks so neat
when i first saw heartless eyes
forest green or Gainsboro grey
thirsty for the blood of words on wind
pouring feelings i desired
off night tables dripping
spilled as single barrel whisky
wetter than the bed sheets
orifices tore wide open
aerate the stains
if looks could kill
i'd bleed out on our bedroom floor
at feet too fast to hear
how murder crept
they spoke over tea
murmured witch killer
in the house of leaves
ice ballet silhouettes
soute (soh-tay)
so black in proper from
articulated
as expensive figures
your designation rolls
like a snake singing lullabies
this breeze screams too far through cables
awaking
sleeping giantesses
collarbones called my fingertips
you caught me off guard
tumbled over curved couches
haunted nights nagging
sculpt me as sandcastles fall to the sea
catching heroin junkie legends
we stirred a creature in the deep
calling to the dark
and the shadoe's spoke back
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first impressions of a fellow poetess based off of avatars/profile pics,and
how poems fell as daggers leaving lasting impressions.
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