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pearls were ****** like her ruby dagger,
ruby dagger, wears on her belt; dropping venom.
spreading fatal flames with her burning lipstick,
made by the poison of her ruby eyed bloodthirsty serpent.

she knows revenge.

vicious storms brought she,
to a land, oh never was free.
trouble is a woman in need.
needing to see pearls bleed.
skin stretched over bone
nearly translucent
almost disappearing
fainting
dizzy

falling


falling



falling




fal­ling
i'm back!
Quick do you hear it?
Do you hear that ticking sound?
Open up your chest and reach beyond the pound
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that ticking now?
You are running out of time, will you die now?

Tick, Tick, Tick.
Does that change anything now?
Are you still there?
Even after the sound?
Don’t let it stop, you can’t
But it wants to stop,
Will you let it?
After dark the brightness from the sky
Opens up so wide light beams through
It took so long for the moon
To make a mark night is here
In all the years the moon shines
Later in the evening, I stare at the stars
I look up in the sky?
Can you see the moonshine?
Millions miles away from mars
After dark I stare
Moonshine so bright
Can you see the brilliant light?
I don’t want this night to end
Moonshine won’t you stay?
Maybe for another day
Moonshine
One may see a limerick, out of the blue
No hint of sorrow, whom the joy outgrew
  Sorry if this one is not so merry
  I might have made it grimy:
words, my tears fall onto
we remember the moments of life,
the birth and the passage of time
it's like sunrise and the day
but can we forget the sunset
For it is the constant like everyday
Can we forget the death in anyway
For it is the truth for every life
can we neglect it, never consider it
Follow the goldrush, live with a lie
It's more common than we know
It's in our ancestory, every tribe and country
The rise and fall comes to all
But why does it feel not yet
till we are all but gone.
The light hits my skin different
the sun would never
leave behind traces of love
I have yet to see the same artistic expression
during the day
This contrast
leaves blisters on my hands
Waking up under a spell
my feet hurt
Photographic memories of you
make love
to my soul
Full of dreary absence
and dozy
my large tears brim
Let them fall
Splash
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