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Alkaline eyes As if pierced by some awl, As if hallowed by some blunt axe, As if to juxtapose Bee stung lips. Cabaret music, Dead souls, Dancing corpses. Ella Enchanted: Swinging, Swirling, Swaying, Swabbing Sick, Suffering, yet Sauntering; Sweaty Socage with Scummy Suede-heads, Stocking Satan’s Sweet Sibling. Swollen Skeleton, Skin Shunned and Shivering, Shadowed, her face; Shock-less eye Sockets Tired grow her limbs, Unction bottled in her heart. Unaware, her clientele, Zeal in their eyes.
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
The Dancer
Alkaline eyes As if pierced by some awl, As if hallowed by some blunt axe, As if to juxtapose Bee stung lips. Cabaret music, Dead souls, Dancing corpses. Ella Enchanted: Swinging, Swirling, Swaying, Swabbing Sick, Suffering, yet Sauntering; Sweaty Socage with Scummy Suede-heads, Stocking Satan’s Sweet Sibling. Swollen Skeleton, Skin Shunned and Shivering, Shadowed, her face; Shock-less eye Sockets Tired grow her limbs, Unction bottled in her heart. Unaware, her clientele, Zeal in their eyes.
cassie-wight
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
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