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Skin And stones, Allow me to Illustrate your bones With ink leftover from Clean cut days, sketched With a frosty daze. Staccato memories we Captured on thought reels Our daring minds, tested As the sun-shadows climb, Over exposed, but real. Sleeve stroked, shoulder Glance. Craft the excuses Savour the fresh flavour And take a chance. Place The spheres to my ears, Melody to my being. Taste the tickled autumn Crinkled by jeopardy, Trace a moonlit sternum Wilted and wanted. A Bitten lip, suggesting An ungrazed hip. An ache a day, keeps The dreaming awry with Flustered breath, blustery And wet. Awake but not Alive, can it survive? Keep your flame kindled In my hot chocolate cup Douse it with whiskey, Pray it doesn’t erupt. We’re getting older But no wiser, Surprise Her.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
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Skin And stones, Allow me to Illustrate your bones With ink leftover from Clean cut days, sketched With a frosty daze. Staccato memories we Captured on thought reels Our daring minds, tested As the sun-shadows climb, Over exposed, but real. Sleeve stroked, shoulder Glance. Craft the excuses Savour the fresh flavour And take a chance. Place The spheres to my ears, Melody to my being. Taste the tickled autumn Crinkled by jeopardy, Trace a moonlit sternum Wilted and wanted. A Bitten lip, suggesting An ungrazed hip. An ache a day, keeps The dreaming awry with Flustered breath, blustery And wet. Awake but not Alive, can it survive? Keep your flame kindled In my hot chocolate cup Douse it with whiskey, Pray it doesn’t erupt. We’re getting older But no wiser, Surprise Her.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
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