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psychedelic love

countdown to the nearest thirteen; life on the red satin ribbons seem like fairy-tales in disguise; dress you in laces and frills like a string puppet; the monster under my bed will bring you down with my consent; here's a world where skin is thicker than leather when you hold the blade; 'tis all the same for me; rush of cold metal on your skin rush of cold metal, blood on your lips; live and let live but kill or be killed; here's a hypocritical world of love; psychedelic bewilderment and what kills you makes me stronger; i'll fill my pockets with your memories, your darkest reflections are but a confused midnight kitten; hold still, my sprightly love while i paint you onto my soul; blood on canvas.
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flawtheluminousmockingbird
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flawtheluminousmockingbird
Published
Aug 11, 2015
Lines·Words
35·128
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#love#death#betrayal#morbid#blood#painting#torture#psychedelic#string#thirteen
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