| Billowing, pillowing my thoughts against the rain returning to days when there was no pain effervescent glows from those we know eyes aligning with the nucleus of the show preening, careening....screening the old from the new the me from you the up and over from the far and few between the teeth and the tongue the subtle songs of life are sung scraping and tapering off into a world where nothing is ever new. |
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| puellas world | cipheringthesilence | |||||||||
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