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Stained red lips And cloudy bath tubs As dreams pour down the drains And steam writes your fate on the mirror. Hot water'd pink skin And raisin shrivelled hands Reach out grasping For a reflection Only to realise That they cannot recognise what they see.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Drained Dreams
Stained red lips And cloudy bath tubs As dreams pour down the drains And steam writes your fate on the mirror. Hot water'd pink skin And raisin shrivelled hands Reach out grasping For a reflection Only to realise That they cannot recognise what they see.
Realising you have lost yourself or changed beyond recognition...without even feeling the process but eventually noticing the end result.
anna-mendes
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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