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We've got jello legs My puddin' darling. There is a sort of silent sharpness growing out of the glowing of your skin. although the breathing wall from behind your neck calls to my eyes, beckoning with an inexplicable, silly smirk your flesh wins me over with its brilliant colored heat white hot heat. I've caught the fixation haunting my brain with the crashing in your eyes my lashes float down to rest upon my hill cheeks a darkness drops the end scene curtain and you are dancing 'round me time speeds as i spin your voice dances from side to side a faint touch here a streak of light then now i have stopped and before me you stand, knowing maybe you had never really moved at all outside an emptiness fills the space the crunch of the rocks, fire crackers in my drums i make the black tar a bed for these moments to lie upon the thrumming sky pushes in upon my pupils sinking lower and lower to swallow me as i push up to stand the sky retreats to float lightly atop my head inconspicuous enough to weigh me down yet loomingly enough to be known a guardian of some sort floating me on to you to the laughter billowing up from the depths of your lungs
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
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We've got jello legs My puddin' darling. There is a sort of silent sharpness growing out of the glowing of your skin. although the breathing wall from behind your neck calls to my eyes, beckoning with an inexplicable, silly smirk your flesh wins me over with its brilliant colored heat white hot heat. I've caught the fixation haunting my brain with the crashing in your eyes my lashes float down to rest upon my hill cheeks a darkness drops the end scene curtain and you are dancing 'round me time speeds as i spin your voice dances from side to side a faint touch here a streak of light then now i have stopped and before me you stand, knowing maybe you had never really moved at all outside an emptiness fills the space the crunch of the rocks, fire crackers in my drums i make the black tar a bed for these moments to lie upon the thrumming sky pushes in upon my pupils sinking lower and lower to swallow me as i push up to stand the sky retreats to float lightly atop my head inconspicuous enough to weigh me down yet loomingly enough to be known a guardian of some sort floating me on to you to the laughter billowing up from the depths of your lungs
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brittany-marie
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
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