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Fire Babies
paradoxparadoxparadoxparadox paradoxparadoxparadox.............................. . . . . .paradox........................... ...... ............................ love letters I love to love your kisses and the oil of many fresh fish slurped out of the tin&onto my cleandish-cloth, 'Bastard'I muttered 'lucky I never slit my wrists'I thought many timeswhilstusing upmy time mirror in the bathroommirror in the ballroom kiss me x......your eyes say it all..... they are blazing old babies made of molten lava,.............................earth babies us and them, me and you, wild cats eyes.....................fire baby x kiss me,xxand send it home.
Published 1st Jun 2010
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1st Jun 2010 9:22pm
I love the way that last 'paradox' is placed....and the trails of phrases you get that seem to make sense for a second but then spin off in surreal directions...it's interesting; structures like that where the space inbetween each word/phrase is just as important as the words themselves, I like that a lot.
