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black-eyed child of the morning sings blue-eyed hymns in the afternoon, chokes on black water at night pouring from the ceiling depression waterboarding her small cheeks. black-eyed child of the morning paints red smiles on her thighs running down her knees heaven on her mind looking for the tormentor in the ceiling. blue-eyed child in the afternoon lets sunshine soak up her irises turning the light rose-colored laughs drunkenly just under the feedback lies in bed and finds worlds in her mind stroking their edges closing her eyes black-armed child of the night resurfacing at last shaking on the mattress talking screaming to her thoughts telling them to stop trembling under the black water ceiling crying because she's suffocating begging because there is no choice black-eyed child, blue-eyed sometimes... beggars can't be choosers
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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black-eyed child of the morning sings blue-eyed hymns in the afternoon, chokes on black water at night pouring from the ceiling depression waterboarding her small cheeks. black-eyed child of the morning paints red smiles on her thighs running down her knees heaven on her mind looking for the tormentor in the ceiling. blue-eyed child in the afternoon lets sunshine soak up her irises turning the light rose-colored laughs drunkenly just under the feedback lies in bed and finds worlds in her mind stroking their edges closing her eyes black-armed child of the night resurfacing at last shaking on the mattress talking screaming to her thoughts telling them to stop trembling under the black water ceiling crying because she's suffocating begging because there is no choice black-eyed child, blue-eyed sometimes... beggars can't be choosers
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Redshift
F/American
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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