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By open fire We celebrate Friday. Arms heavy, as wine Ascends mouthwards. Pantera on vinyl. Flames dancing on raindeer skins. I rest within my Confidence knowing The dress and make-up she Really didn't need to put on Are for me; we're the only two Clouds in the blue. Window blackness caused by Absence of sun, moon, and winter tree Shadows combined. She lights an IKEA candle Wedged into a wine bottle And turns to me from within a veil Of black hair; blue Norwegian Eyes piercing through strands of raven. Whispers: *This is Happy. This is how They will find us diseased In fifty years. Cold, warm Smiles. Hand in dead Hand; Between empty Bottles.*
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Arms Heavy, as Wine Ascends Mouthwards
By open fire We celebrate Friday. Arms heavy, as wine Ascends mouthwards. Pantera on vinyl. Flames dancing on raindeer skins. I rest within my Confidence knowing The dress and make-up she Really didn't need to put on Are for me; we're the only two Clouds in the blue. Window blackness caused by Absence of sun, moon, and winter tree Shadows combined. She lights an IKEA candle Wedged into a wine bottle And turns to me from within a veil Of black hair; blue Norwegian Eyes piercing through strands of raven. Whispers: *This is Happy. This is how They will find us diseased In fifty years. Cold, warm Smiles. Hand in dead Hand; Between empty Bottles.*
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
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