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Naked footsteps weaving through the room Echoing desire, a purple halo on the rug, in three; Touch, A beautiful touch Drawn by a weightless angelic blue— cherubic, Dizzying to our music; Songs are whispers, forgotten A chord, melodic and striking A laugh, enchanting; It flows through guilty waves of our lust-ridden hair, Each strand reduced to a corridor for our sweat to travel Tangle, Mingle, Intertwine— down my face, you decide I’m beautiful; So careless in being careful Carefree, my caregiver and me Our velveteen nighttime, cascaded by saturated promises Air, seeping with the scent of turquoise shampoo bottles, Of bitter smoke; The feel of moonlit freedom in my clenched fists, A beat as consistent as the constellations More loyal than a living conscious dares, And I trace the footsteps.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
Post-rock in May
Naked footsteps weaving through the room Echoing desire, a purple halo on the rug, in three; Touch, A beautiful touch Drawn by a weightless angelic blue— cherubic, Dizzying to our music; Songs are whispers, forgotten A chord, melodic and striking A laugh, enchanting; It flows through guilty waves of our lust-ridden hair, Each strand reduced to a corridor for our sweat to travel Tangle, Mingle, Intertwine— down my face, you decide I’m beautiful; So careless in being careful Carefree, my caregiver and me Our velveteen nighttime, cascaded by saturated promises Air, seeping with the scent of turquoise shampoo bottles, Of bitter smoke; The feel of moonlit freedom in my clenched fists, A beat as consistent as the constellations More loyal than a living conscious dares, And I trace the footsteps.
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christina-gigantic
Armenian
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
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