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A Apr 2014
To Whom it May Concern,
i write to you a dead man.
my thoughts have been long forgotten
my fingertips stroke lives leaving only track marks.
I shed foreign skin of a body i belong to no longer.
drained and pale
i rot while grimacing
at the living carcasses i see at play
if only they knew
the world fades to grey.
    sincerely,
          A decaying soul
A Apr 2014
slipping little feet into mothers shoes
lipstick deforms little pink lips
plastic curlers tangle knots
hands wiggle free from oversize cloths
that child is me
i am that child today
bewildered by our society
a child i stay.
A Apr 2014
I am not a wise girl.
I'm foolish at best
All I know of this universe lays beneath the crevasses etched in my skin that I wasn't even a conscious being to know how they even got there.
I know of the silk ribbons that are my legs, 
do wonders.
I know the highlights of my stripped hair, 
attract a variety of strangers.
I know the painted mask I smear makes people believe I am
"pretty",
Valuable.
Within the vanity of my reality 
Remains the wish for authenticity,
I am not a doll.
I will not say "I love you"
As you try to pull my string.
I've ripped that from my back years ago,
For I play no foolish games, 
And for that I'm seen as *broken.
A Apr 2014
Paper walls hide no secrets
Of the nights we laid together.
Silkscreen laced curtains fabricated of our exacerbations
Magnify the impressions of our newspaper walls.
A Apr 2014
Sing me sweet nothings,
Allow me to ride on your melodies of high pitched sincerities
A Apr 2014
It's become more apparent 
words are the only intimacy 
How unfathomable the desire of understanding 
        Knowledge
               passion 
that hundreds of cells and molecules came together to create vibrations just to express it:
   Just to connect
        To be intimate
A Apr 2014
A thousand letters ago 
my declarations meant galaxies
Ink smudged constellations only
a nebula to your Globular cluster 
As time waned so did the layers of the universe 
After being rooted in the milky way 
I found andromeda
Knowing fated arms will intertwine
 I discovered that love was everlasting outside of those forced letters of an old province
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