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*Lead dripping from
empty sockets,
a clock hissed in serpent hours,
it's venom oozing from the crystal walls*
it's 4 a.m. you insomnia lunatic.
*I'm too busy admiring,
how the man in the moon slithered through
these blinds on my soul-swept window.
That night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm raw of shale,
and tinted my skin with*
silvertongue.
***And when he was finished,
tiger stripes tattooed my thinning vessel.***
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
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*Lead dripping from
empty sockets,
a clock hissed in serpent hours,
it's venom oozing from the crystal walls*
it's 4 a.m. you insomnia lunatic.
*I'm too busy admiring,
how the man in the moon slithered through
these blinds on my soul-swept window.
That night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm raw of shale,
and tinted my skin with*
silvertongue.
***And when he was finished,
tiger stripes tattooed my thinning vessel.***
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