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Lips like fire, 
She scorches the town,
 Leaving Ashen faces as signs of her affection. Words like water, 
steaming the lines of reality into
 Smudged intentions. Spine in flex formation, 
She flips into memories, 
 Avoiding snags. Her brain in carefully curled spirals,
Dyed the intelligence that she deems fit. She plasters their words over the fragile 
 Threads that make her fly. She buries herself in reflections, 
Willing away anything unseemly mortal. Eyes like the plague,
 Infecting those who look too close. Hands like claws, 
 Engraving pleasure scars across 
Your form. Breathing in security from diluted sources,
 Traced with innocence and lust. She grows addicted. She looks in curiosity, 
 She hears the auto-tuned heartsong,
 She smells with weakening heart, 
 She feels the onset of withdrawal, She Bites
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
The Tale of Too Many Girls
Lips like fire, 
She scorches the town,
 Leaving Ashen faces as signs of her affection. Words like water, 
steaming the lines of reality into
 Smudged intentions. Spine in flex formation, 
She flips into memories, 
 Avoiding snags. Her brain in carefully curled spirals,
Dyed the intelligence that she deems fit. She plasters their words over the fragile 
 Threads that make her fly. She buries herself in reflections, 
Willing away anything unseemly mortal. Eyes like the plague,
 Infecting those who look too close. Hands like claws, 
 Engraving pleasure scars across 
Your form. Breathing in security from diluted sources,
 Traced with innocence and lust. She grows addicted. She looks in curiosity, 
 She hears the auto-tuned heartsong,
 She smells with weakening heart, 
 She feels the onset of withdrawal, She Bites
Nicolette-Avery
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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