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I want tendrilic night to descend around me And wrap itself, drape itself, like a curtain Velvet and thick, choke and be sick ***** all over the carpets When the blood slows to more manageable Clotting, destroying everything it soaks Tarnish the mainstream, the day dreamer Wrapped thick inside of winter coats Baby blue mist making it's way through land The liquid just beginning to drop Ivy vines, they wither and shed from sunlight And grow back into the ground Medicine is made from the dead flowers That grow from the pits of Hades realm
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Is It Death or Dying?
I want tendrilic night to descend around me And wrap itself, drape itself, like a curtain Velvet and thick, choke and be sick ***** all over the carpets When the blood slows to more manageable Clotting, destroying everything it soaks Tarnish the mainstream, the day dreamer Wrapped thick inside of winter coats Baby blue mist making it's way through land The liquid just beginning to drop Ivy vines, they wither and shed from sunlight And grow back into the ground Medicine is made from the dead flowers That grow from the pits of Hades realm
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
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