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with a hair tuck the atoms bent to curl in a loop around her ear compressed into a snaking stream of custard comets, pouring down her neck, over collar bones, passed the ribcage made of gold limestone holding grains of sparrows eggs turned to sand, from ten thousand years ago seeping into skin, grey fake tan of statues, mountains, ocean beds alike the ache in the pulse at her wrist from the steady thrum injection of the worlds squeezed, twisted, turned and churned into a potion, a medicinal miracle, a fine powder substance that grows at liquid's touch. dripping through her palms, fingertips to create a stain upon the sugar paper flesh of others, like a children's picture turned tattoo in highlighted colour and sound, drumming into ears, road works on the way to the brain, cause a migraine cells screeching to infiltrate all they touch bred, genetically modified, embitterment of the human race, a flawless system of this, that, none other, its aim to destruct befores and reconstruct them differently against the wishes of the girl who calmly indifferently, lazily, unknowingly, seductively tucked that lock of hair behind her ear.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
miracle substance:
with a hair tuck the atoms bent to curl in a loop around her ear compressed into a snaking stream of custard comets, pouring down her neck, over collar bones, passed the ribcage made of gold limestone holding grains of sparrows eggs turned to sand, from ten thousand years ago seeping into skin, grey fake tan of statues, mountains, ocean beds alike the ache in the pulse at her wrist from the steady thrum injection of the worlds squeezed, twisted, turned and churned into a potion, a medicinal miracle, a fine powder substance that grows at liquid's touch. dripping through her palms, fingertips to create a stain upon the sugar paper flesh of others, like a children's picture turned tattoo in highlighted colour and sound, drumming into ears, road works on the way to the brain, cause a migraine cells screeching to infiltrate all they touch bred, genetically modified, embitterment of the human race, a flawless system of this, that, none other, its aim to destruct befores and reconstruct them differently against the wishes of the girl who calmly indifferently, lazily, unknowingly, seductively tucked that lock of hair behind her ear.
anniec
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
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