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Jun 2015
Have you ever heard the pin drop brightly,
Leather boots on one hundred bodies?
Mermaids, mutants, captivating aliens,
What a world, what a world.

Trees keep calling me elsewhere lately,
Again, more than ever
Wind that I believe is your breath
Scent of the highly
Rose to the nose pricking blood

I wanted this
I got this
Ripped up home
Hell bound
I want this
Necrotic
Kiss on my lips
Unbound
Lashes on the wrist
Just a form of risk
Unleashed
Don't ask me why I do what I do. Is it pain? Is it gain? Who cares if I try?
Written by
Djinn Dawn Wakely
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