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It stuck to her lips- ethanol; Seeping through those crevices- wax-painted , yet supple, soft; Like the rest of her. Those droplets still dangled, Wavering- clenching; the bitter doses and their vibgyor spirals- spun; these voices needed to be hushed- so we decided to use a cigarette, to burn our souls …and hide behind the smoke; Now it was just us, those anaerobic strings of air,-spinning, the shadows slipping, across the walls- those rays of light softly reflecting …from her thighs; Her fingers trembled, Skin on skin- and fermentation- She stung; like vinegar, that promise of toxic sweetness still lingered; So we drove on, like empty vessels- Trying. Yet it didn’t exist.
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Oct 13, 2009
Oct 13, 2009 at 11:48 PM UTC
Vinegar
It stuck to her lips- ethanol; Seeping through those crevices- wax-painted , yet supple, soft; Like the rest of her. Those droplets still dangled, Wavering- clenching; the bitter doses and their vibgyor spirals- spun; these voices needed to be hushed- so we decided to use a cigarette, to burn our souls …and hide behind the smoke; Now it was just us, those anaerobic strings of air,-spinning, the shadows slipping, across the walls- those rays of light softly reflecting …from her thighs; Her fingers trembled, Skin on skin- and fermentation- She stung; like vinegar, that promise of toxic sweetness still lingered; So we drove on, like empty vessels- Trying. Yet it didn’t exist.
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isha-maini
Indian
Oct 13, 2009
Oct 13, 2009 at 11:48 PM UTC
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