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Published: 2006-12-03 09:17:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 295; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 4
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Double sidedarticulate porcelain shadow,
clawing at his ivory
lined
satin skinned
fingers.
Fingers that are trained
to work up and down
until the chords obsession
reveals a little less
each time.
Until the ardent hazel
of a once so chimerical being
backslide to the
shiny glass epilogue.
Imagine someone
so beautiful
as to dominate the mind
if only for a moment.
A lucid dreamer, eyes captivating each time he blinks.
Just then, the eyes gloss over,
the ivory runs through his veins and the porcelain turns cold.
Dolls thrive on love.
All pretty things deserve to be loved.
He can't play it and sing it at the same time to save his Life,
because he only bleeds polychromatic apologies.
Dolls thrive on love.
All pretty things deserved to be loved.
He can't love and be loved at the same time to save his Life;
No apologies here.
But maybe one day.
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Comments: 7
yes, one day. hopefully.
because that is entrancing, imagery, and heartfelt.
this poem, and it's writer, deserve such loving.
cheers!
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i just read this twice out loud. i think i'm in love.
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i miss you writing. and i love this. and i love you.
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Wow, that's beautifully written. Great vocabulary. Well put together.
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this is beautiful writing once again. it sucks that good writing often comes from really shitty emotions, realizations, times, and whateva.
at least the resulting vomit is good.
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This is very good.
"Until the ardent hazel
of a once so chimerical being
backslide to the
shiny glass epilogue." that's amazing.
And the ending. Love it.
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