kendal-anneWhisper

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The Effluo (Forgotten)Breathless, contending with soft incantations, sorrowfully begging to be allowed to take their rest, / to fasten drowned butterfly lids covered with lashes filled with dead skinned dust / To glorify the film foaming from behind the eyes in which reel underneath entombed flesh,
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Feb 7, 2014
The King and Queen of RomanticismThrough the masks and obscured within the lies, lays the truth unsaid in which all despise / Too much had been appraised, and much was fitfully un-right, so vastly dark within folded light / He was King, and she forever his Queen, still they hold each others hands, a thrilling vice in which they teamed
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Nov 4, 2013
To Hold the Hand of the RiderShe sits alone, mostly. Rolling within the rank sweat and smog filled room she calls her "home" / Black and white, black on black, white on white. Crisp and clean, yet muddied with her emotional tolls / Gangly legs lay crissed and crossed into the apple sauce, folding in and bent at the knees
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Oct 24, 2013
A Degenerative VirusThere is only solace within the silenced bird who had the wanton thoughts of singing / And clarity within the cold dead hands of the mangled bodies who lay beneath / The soft black soil held inside the pliable folds of the Presidents hands.
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Oct 18, 2013
Inside the RevelationThere no longer is light in once brightly lit blue eyes / The light has faded being overrun by / Rotting alone with the steam of the bath drawn
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Oct 15, 2013
~Gazing Into the Crazed Eyes of a Star Child~To paint the scene of my former life / One must first take a look into a little dusky room filled with shady sunlight, / Streaming in through dusty blinds that never actually shade the eyes.
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Sep 17, 2013
The Missus of True Misfortune"**My** **dahling**," ... / That is how she always will begin, with a lilt to her speach / Her words slurring together as if she's been ******* on the bourbon from your private store
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Aug 7, 2013
Why give something a title when there is nothing to say?The people surounding me; in looks is where they are bloated with pride / Of this of course, I am so very sure, that upon wood I could knock / They have to walk the walk and be able to talk the talk
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Aug 6, 2013
Withstanding the Time of Alabaster Whites and GreysThe beauty of youth will forever belong at your side, and therefore it will stay / Even after the hairs upon each of our heads begin to glow like a white halo ray / After it has turned from the fairest of golds to whispy alabaster whites and greys
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Aug 5, 2013
~Hello~ Mika~Goodbye~In Truth; / Should it matter what we really are? Or should we let our *true* colors shine? / Being held alive, but only in a straightjacket, learning you are bisexual?
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Jul 28, 2013
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