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A boy sits alone blinking away falling rapid tears, lipstick in hand, eyes glazed in eternal pain. She sits in shelter, tears in hand, dripping like lilies falling through shimmering thighs. She thinks of him as his lips, red as crimson, eyes shimmering like the glitter she uses to hide her pain. Their love broken by acid tongues and toxic systems, they remain fragile. Fearing the letters that were long created by no one. Face painted for lights to see, his tears have ruined this canvas. He hides the rain deep within, in order to maintain the desert his flesh must remain. Bathed in strong fumes, clothes engulfed in flames, she feels sorrow. The only light is the multicolored flames slowly dying in their eyes. She kisses his lips in silence. Lips of cherry and mango dipped in crimson paint, oh how sweet. False labels tattooed upon his face, while rebellious truth seeps from his wounds. Her skin rains as his soul dies. He slips from life all because... dictation, creation, labels, mentality
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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A boy sits alone blinking away falling rapid tears, lipstick in hand, eyes glazed in eternal pain. She sits in shelter, tears in hand, dripping like lilies falling through shimmering thighs. She thinks of him as his lips, red as crimson, eyes shimmering like the glitter she uses to hide her pain. Their love broken by acid tongues and toxic systems, they remain fragile. Fearing the letters that were long created by no one. Face painted for lights to see, his tears have ruined this canvas. He hides the rain deep within, in order to maintain the desert his flesh must remain. Bathed in strong fumes, clothes engulfed in flames, she feels sorrow. The only light is the multicolored flames slowly dying in their eyes. She kisses his lips in silence. Lips of cherry and mango dipped in crimson paint, oh how sweet. False labels tattooed upon his face, while rebellious truth seeps from his wounds. Her skin rains as his soul dies. He slips from life all because... dictation, creation, labels, mentality
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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