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Not the romantic. The control. A single white digit, the sprawl of cool smiles extend to taste and see. Their lives like hyacinths that drink the air in books, plastic lips. Slime from the marble. A widow-dream. Metal midair that speaks a rat's tongue with the deftness of a seasoned lover. His eyes can see your circuitry. Her mouth the tree of night.
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
The Vampirist
Not the romantic. The control. A single white digit, the sprawl of cool smiles extend to taste and see. Their lives like hyacinths that drink the air in books, plastic lips. Slime from the marble. A widow-dream. Metal midair that speaks a rat's tongue with the deftness of a seasoned lover. His eyes can see your circuitry. Her mouth the tree of night.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
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