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The morning front grasping green hairs. The heat of the earths breath rising. My fingers run along the hardwood furniture Soft Sleek Indestructible. They follow a path; a road. “Angels were here”, I mumbled Their dust gave them away Pretending not to exist While gallivanting around Secretly alluring attention They sprinkled mountains. I saw them play in it last night Their perfect bodies twirling in a familiar dance His hands were firm and demanding but gentle on her face Hers, so delicately traced the contours of his body Goosebumps. I smiled at the memory Aroused. My bed; mismatched sheets A mere mattress on the floor Ashes lay, sprawled on the carpet “Angel dust”, I murmured “You never fail to amaze me” The shower turned off “Never”, I whispered
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
Angel Dust
The morning front grasping green hairs. The heat of the earths breath rising. My fingers run along the hardwood furniture Soft Sleek Indestructible. They follow a path; a road. “Angels were here”, I mumbled Their dust gave them away Pretending not to exist While gallivanting around Secretly alluring attention They sprinkled mountains. I saw them play in it last night Their perfect bodies twirling in a familiar dance His hands were firm and demanding but gentle on her face Hers, so delicately traced the contours of his body Goosebumps. I smiled at the memory Aroused. My bed; mismatched sheets A mere mattress on the floor Ashes lay, sprawled on the carpet “Angel dust”, I murmured “You never fail to amaze me” The shower turned off “Never”, I whispered
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terri-faloney
Canadian
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
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