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I see Melancholia as she struts on by her lips painted blood-scarlet, raven-haired, dressed in black and fishnets. We look very much alike. Her sister Euphoria, I'm not so familiar with... her sun-golden hair, and her smile that floats through the air. She's lovely, I wish she would pay me more visits. Melancholia gives me her melted smokey-eyed glare, Euphoria, her pink-rose cheek smiling stare. Melancholia is an old friend of mine. Euphoria is a stranger to me, but I hope to know her better in time. Melancholia stops to talk with me she says **"Would you like to see a grin on my face?... well, you'll have to carve it in with the sharpest of blades it is only then that I will be allowed to show you my smile of Glasgow..."** but I have no desire to see the bleeding dagger teeth of Melancholia I don't want them to dig into and puncture my fragile glass mosaic memoria... If they do my memories will shatter and break apart and I will lose myself along with those cracked shards.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
The Sisters
I see Melancholia as she struts on by her lips painted blood-scarlet, raven-haired, dressed in black and fishnets. We look very much alike. Her sister Euphoria, I'm not so familiar with... her sun-golden hair, and her smile that floats through the air. She's lovely, I wish she would pay me more visits. Melancholia gives me her melted smokey-eyed glare, Euphoria, her pink-rose cheek smiling stare. Melancholia is an old friend of mine. Euphoria is a stranger to me, but I hope to know her better in time. Melancholia stops to talk with me she says **"Would you like to see a grin on my face?... well, you'll have to carve it in with the sharpest of blades it is only then that I will be allowed to show you my smile of Glasgow..."** but I have no desire to see the bleeding dagger teeth of Melancholia I don't want them to dig into and puncture my fragile glass mosaic memoria... If they do my memories will shatter and break apart and I will lose myself along with those cracked shards.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
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