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Apr 2017
Let's burn the paper roses which I hang
from this chandelier of falsity together.
Cradling the ash in our hands and laughing
as we dance together in the strange
light which comes from nowhere, we can be free.
This place has a glow which comes only
from you; without you, my tiny room is dark
and cold and my breath shatters the silence
with droplets of ice and blood.
~~ There is something grotesque about beauty. ~~
Scarlet Niamh
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Scarlet Niamh  21/Aberdeen
(21/Aberdeen)   
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