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A postmodern walking-distance long-distance love letter
I had blood in my eyes but was lost
For years before, drifting like a pupeteered
White shadow being sprung along the pavement.
Remember when I first met you
Your cheeks were like bitten roses
And I could see the hinges of your glasses
As your hair was clipped so short. Broken-hearted Delia
Gambling with someone who'd have done less damage
Left alone. We keep getting ourselves stranded but how far
We've gotten still. I lived long enough to send you the ashes
Of my fallen body double.
You managed to paint the image in the mirror as a butterfly
Without altering a thing. We'll get there.
Remember when I first met you when all we wanted to do was die? Remember when
You first held my hand and I said that that Beatles song didn't sound so cheesy anymore?
No. Because I didn't say that; it would have ruined the moment surely. I might've thought it
Although I'm sorry if I did. When I'm worried I think of the oddest escape clauses; but I'm sure
That moment went by in a peaceful silence. Dead of night.
I ensure your saftey with my life, I think we'll make this worth
every bit of energy we have. Soles slapping the salty concrete
and capturing frost. The stars are out again. I wonder if they're the same stars. I wonder why they look so different tonight
Than when we look up at them together x
Glass Slipper Girl
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