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SleeperI’ve read the booksSleeper
and scowered the scriptures,
flicking through pages during shadowed hours.
It all just results
in wasted time, you have no receipts
for these moments passed –
let go, they’re lost.
Serrated blinks of the eye,
isn’t it funny –
the way everything turns to
by ~Elf-buttercup
9-5 CupidForever trawling nickel plated streets, as you need to outline your clouds with a metallic thread.9-5 Cupid
Continue this search for faded dreams – a generous fee will have them restored.
You, - shrinking v
by ~Elf-buttercup
In my roomBorn unto the deepest morning,In my room
neither of spring nor summer bloom.
Condensation coyly wraps around the window,
obscuring your once clear view.
Navy mascara tracks
tattoo the face, desperately clinging on –
undignified beggar.
Dishevelled auburn locks
cause little concern –
as you focus on the needle sting
slowly renewing your hourglass.
Feel the chilled ceramic tiles underfoot,
watch as they duplicate every move –
a momentary video capture.
&nb
by ~Elf-buttercup
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AfterglowThe faucet creaks and grumbles between soil-encrusted fingers weighed by the day’s labor.Afterglow
Clear and cool water snatches his focus as the tiny particles stampede into the ridges and valleys of cuts and calluses.
Dirt melts away, for all its stubbornness, into the fading shadows of a
late afternoon.
He sighs as droplets collect along the back of his neck and chain, bearing his tags, where the dull pain will never be
fully quenched.
Rust flakes from the faucet with another creak to close. &nbs
by =Infrunitas
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Well that was unexpected..
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Well that was unexpected..
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