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Seasons come and goWhen she wakes up, she stands motionless staring at the ceiling searching for spiders' webs but she never finds one. You can see by the look in her eyes that this morning is foggy in there but if you pay close attention you can see a glimpse of gelid lucidity hidden deep inside her soul. But I guess that it's like the hurricane's eye where everything is dangerously calm. And her vanilla skin contrasts with her ebony eyes full of shadows, like lost ghosts were trapped behind her iris. But then again, my eyes are always seeking paranormal happenings.Seasons come and go
There's this little spot somewhere near her collarbone that catches all my attent


Creating hands destroy-CI can feel the needle piercing my skin so very slowly oh so carefully with milimetric precision like failing the target would turn me into some kind of freak. Her left hand is holding my neck like I was made of porcelain as her right one is holding the needle to sew me together. Every hole she makes feels like a forest of flames burning me from the inside out but I know this will be over soon.Creating hands destroy-C
But the eyes, they are the worst. When she penetrates the tender skin, my half-made lips form a silent scream. When she places a cold bead in the resulting hole, the chill shakes me to the bone. But to become something from nothing, I am st


suck it up buttercupsometimes i just want to holdsuck it up buttercup
my breath for a whole hour to
see if any one notices that my
lips turned purple-ish blue
some mornings i wake up wondering if the rings round my eyes will ever disappear
and if my lips will free a sound
but maybe the defeaning silence suits me better than i thought
every 11:11 i make a wish
but i know it will never come true
because i wasn't fast enough
and i tripped over the thought of you so when i started whispering the clock had already turned
eleven : one-two
it's times like
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dreams and realities. words and images. black&white and technicolor. love and hate. everything that somehow got stuck in my heart. because everything is nothing without art |
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by =moroka323| Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada Teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és No mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda Brilha, porque alta vive. Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa) |
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