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The waxing crescent moon is dim but it sheds light enough to see thirty dusty glass eyes staring right back at me Neat spun curls in copper, gold, and chocolate beneath delicate straw hats trimmed in lace fifteen cold bodies stand stock still with all of their gazes trained on my face Dainty petticoats fluffy under dresses and leater boots over feet without toes what they do when we close our eyes nobody truly knows Painted-on cheeks and smooth porcelain grins fifteen flawless girls all perfectly dressed smiling wide because they all know this night will give me no rest
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Toying with the Dark
The waxing crescent moon is dim but it sheds light enough to see thirty dusty glass eyes staring right back at me Neat spun curls in copper, gold, and chocolate beneath delicate straw hats trimmed in lace fifteen cold bodies stand stock still with all of their gazes trained on my face Dainty petticoats fluffy under dresses and leater boots over feet without toes what they do when we close our eyes nobody truly knows Painted-on cheeks and smooth porcelain grins fifteen flawless girls all perfectly dressed smiling wide because they all know this night will give me no rest
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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