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I crept into my soul in the profoundest night: where spectral owls honked and hooted in fickle fright and tongues rasped out sihouettes- deepening shadows crawled from ***** mouths, and love slunk around tattered skirts in imitation of fungi growths: paper covered me from head to shin when I let the shadows thin fingers in! words assembled like building blocks men in high-heels/boys in frocks.                            In the morning, the sun scoured my skin. I leant on the devil, standing alone,                           he flipped me a coin like he'd just tossed me a biscuit and a blood-red bone,                as I whimpered into the mirror's torn shimmering shafts of innocence, where beauty assaulted the black-eyed crone for salutory afternoon tea, the pretty boy charging the ugly boy an extortionate fee. and the devil sang in the metronomic gloom of departed joys. I returned to my room, playing with the boys- coming intensely as the ice displayed the solitary if fashionable route to Hades. .
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
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I crept into my soul in the profoundest night: where spectral owls honked and hooted in fickle fright and tongues rasped out sihouettes- deepening shadows crawled from ***** mouths, and love slunk around tattered skirts in imitation of fungi growths: paper covered me from head to shin when I let the shadows thin fingers in! words assembled like building blocks men in high-heels/boys in frocks.                            In the morning, the sun scoured my skin. I leant on the devil, standing alone,                           he flipped me a coin like he'd just tossed me a biscuit and a blood-red bone,                as I whimpered into the mirror's torn shimmering shafts of innocence, where beauty assaulted the black-eyed crone for salutory afternoon tea, the pretty boy charging the ugly boy an extortionate fee. and the devil sang in the metronomic gloom of departed joys. I returned to my room, playing with the boys- coming intensely as the ice displayed the solitary if fashionable route to Hades. .
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
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