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*“I’m in love with everyone I’ve ever met in one way or another. I’m just a crazy, unhinged disaster of a human being.”* Edie Sedgwick ---                                                                                  I am the undone woman,                                                                       mistaking myself                                                                                 for the girl,                                                                                others always see,                                                                               even at the call of my name I most often, walk away                                                                                   I rise & fall with the tides                                                                                   standing in the abyss                                                                                  shedding tear drops alone                                                                                  gazing at black skies; a full snow moon I am a piece of the sky a jigsaw puzzle completing this Universe I too inhabit I am the cracked mirror shattered pieces; seven years bad luck but as the cat, I have nine lives of counter attack I am all the lovers who pass through me caresses that have graced my inner thigh, the ecstasy we reach simultaneously during the love we make In the absence of another pieces of myself dilute, I only know myself by the ink I bleed as I write these words you read. I am your canvas, a picture book coloured outside the lines you call me your art &, when, the coffin door closes shut, you will know I am nothing more, than a Factory Girl, misidentified as; a thousand forms of fear. © Sia Jane
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Factory Girl
*“I’m in love with everyone I’ve ever met in one way or another. I’m just a crazy, unhinged disaster of a human being.”* Edie Sedgwick ---                                                                                  I am the undone woman,                                                                       mistaking myself                                                                                 for the girl,                                                                                others always see,                                                                               even at the call of my name I most often, walk away                                                                                   I rise & fall with the tides                                                                                   standing in the abyss                                                                                  shedding tear drops alone                                                                                  gazing at black skies; a full snow moon I am a piece of the sky a jigsaw puzzle completing this Universe I too inhabit I am the cracked mirror shattered pieces; seven years bad luck but as the cat, I have nine lives of counter attack I am all the lovers who pass through me caresses that have graced my inner thigh, the ecstasy we reach simultaneously during the love we make In the absence of another pieces of myself dilute, I only know myself by the ink I bleed as I write these words you read. I am your canvas, a picture book coloured outside the lines you call me your art &, when, the coffin door closes shut, you will know I am nothing more, than a Factory Girl, misidentified as; a thousand forms of fear. © Sia Jane
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
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