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The keys, that Dribbling waxy fingers Turn, their gritted smiles splice As peppered silence Slices through the hours, Sinking sunlight strikes Another ashen pair Of eyes, closed harder Than doors on tipsy tongues, Painted lips Peeling cracked whispers, Since open woos, Seethe rapturously Throughout the widowed house, Her violent shudders Rake my ears And aching for clenched nails I turn The keys, the Greasy lock Is deep, yet her eyes are deeper, Hallowing my gaze And spitting back swallowed wishes, Sweetening flusters that tease Wildly she smiles, And snatched by the hook Writhing upwards we arch, Toes curled and eyes squinting As the door burst open And the light fluttered in.
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Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
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The keys, that Dribbling waxy fingers Turn, their gritted smiles splice As peppered silence Slices through the hours, Sinking sunlight strikes Another ashen pair Of eyes, closed harder Than doors on tipsy tongues, Painted lips Peeling cracked whispers, Since open woos, Seethe rapturously Throughout the widowed house, Her violent shudders Rake my ears And aching for clenched nails I turn The keys, the Greasy lock Is deep, yet her eyes are deeper, Hallowing my gaze And spitting back swallowed wishes, Sweetening flusters that tease Wildly she smiles, And snatched by the hook Writhing upwards we arch, Toes curled and eyes squinting As the door burst open And the light fluttered in.
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Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
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