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she walks at trouble with her Jugular bared Into fire because she likes the heat, the way the flames play and flirt with her fingers and her bones. lips tilted around a cigarette drags in the poisonous kiss of a ***** cloud, upturning her palms to strangers to give them her hands and her ways. That girl is Brave diving off every cliff and caressing the rocks as she floats down harmlessly to rest upon the filmy waves. but when her little soul becomes golden at the edges I hope for her that a hand will catch her balloon string and guide her back to earth.
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
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she walks at trouble with her Jugular bared Into fire because she likes the heat, the way the flames play and flirt with her fingers and her bones. lips tilted around a cigarette drags in the poisonous kiss of a ***** cloud, upturning her palms to strangers to give them her hands and her ways. That girl is Brave diving off every cliff and caressing the rocks as she floats down harmlessly to rest upon the filmy waves. but when her little soul becomes golden at the edges I hope for her that a hand will catch her balloon string and guide her back to earth.
copyright FHW, 2011 A.N: a friend of mine. she's a whirlwind, that one.
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
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