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Portraits Of A Girl

A Picture Of Lust & Wanton
A chime, a twinkle, floats in the air, against my fingers, stainless steel
Upon my face, mirrored miles, full of grace, smiling smiles
Aghast, a gasp, breath behind, a grasp
You kneel down, mumbling prayers, the temple that is I
You thrust through, anticipating, the terminal trumpet
Entombed within, soft whispers impel you further
A final offering, so drown in my eyes, joy bound, heaven spent
A Polaroid
Dissolved, what's in a name
Dependant, on the parting lips
Déjà-vu, this quick game
Desire, light eclipsed
Pitched Painting
I can't help it, my Dorian Gray was painted by Dali. A dolly, a chest of drawers, for a faceted face, a fractured focal point of depth, of death. In the attic, luminous clicked, delicate, creased and crushed in velvet lines, silky sighs. What a reflection to behold, oils told, years toiled. A girl who tells that she's not real, a heart worth the price of plunder. I wonder then who it is, that occupies spaces where she lives? Who sends her love and whimsy to the wreckless void, as her painting hangs pitched, begins to decay.
Mall Photo Booth
Black and blue, hemophilliac dream come true, stuck in the fuck it bucket and I can't be bothered to pull the curtain.
Written by socksscareme (Socks)
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