alison-macneilWhisper

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Regrets like SeizuresRegrets like seizures wake me / Upon me, upon me, dawn / There is a noose in the sheets
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Cloves and CinnamonI take my shoes off at your door. / It is Christmas eve. / The walls are paper thin, and the lantern
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Your BlackIn her incessant memory, / Your times were black; / Always an addition
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BlueInfrared. / Casting shadows / in the alley
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ToolsYour hands, Incisors / Your lips, like Pliers / Penetrate, Golden
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PendantThis pen feels like a cut / a sore, a bleeding pendant / On my finger
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RumorLanguage lives in the dark / Words on my tongue / stories of the streets
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VialsBottles / tiny glass enemies / filled with bitter fear
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PitchYour paleness is Pitch / against Winter's bite / it's all over your Skin
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The RainOzone hangs from the trees; / The ground is full of moisture. / Mist gathers in your hair; You
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