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Lipstick to void. She is a race against time. The beveled past a disruption in her lines of influence.

Travel is dangerous, and tonight it darkens the highway of blood vessels coursing through her extremities. She wants to be luminous and under the skin.

While Dorothy dreams of tornadoes in Kansas, she dreams of remote climbs in lesser Glasgow, of party drugs in Tokyo. How many lights does she see?

In her hair are sixty circuits. But she waits, religiously inclined on the hotel bed. She drove through ghosts to get here wearing nothing but Las Vegas.

So strange at this hour, in a city full of sleepwalkers for the taking, she now dreams she's a bulldozer, she now dreams she's alone in an empty field.
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Okay
I will let the world choose for me
They say
Things are the way they had to be
No way
Could ever truly set one free
𝘖𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴
There is always enough to see

Today
Such a weird name for memories
Decay
Keeps making everything at ease
Away
Is where we always put the keys
Let's play
With many words and open seas

It walks and runs
It sees, it follows
Anything in their path
It swallows
The crowd runs deep
A million feet
Comes to smother
You in faces
By and gone ! An other
Probably off to the races
Locked inbetween polite blank stares
And many strange rules the crowd bears

I don't want to be lame
But you know the truth stings
I wanna seek the flame
And let it burn my wings
To them it's all the same
Another picture springs
Can't keep it into frame
I fly around in rings

Nobody is to blame
We're all just sweet nothings
I want to play the game
See what history brings
I let faith hold my aim
Kept on hitting ceilings
But it is worth the shame
To know which way light swings

There is more truth to claim
Beyond the flutterings
Just see what life became
For all our past beings
Your fears will emerge tame
Wait until the cloud clings
And closer to the flame
Conjure warmer musings

I made another stain
On the missing pages
Time to pull them again
Away from the edges
Invisible and vain
Lost words to the ages
Letters call for eyestrain
Redaction assuages

I leave empty spaces
Tell another story
I draw stolen faces
And have them say "sorry"
Tell them we'll go places
But everything's blurry
Nothing else than traces
Left in purgatory

I pull on a corner
And make sentences split
The journal gets thinner
But words won't ever fit
I'll make my world cleaner
Since lines come out of wit
Squeeze tight ***** of paper
And trust the trash with it

Eyes
In your mirror
Perfect

Every pigment irised
Each fleck of yellow and
Black lining

Deep
Reflection
Irridescent pools

Your eyes
In your mirror
Take me home

as an artic blast
through the dank tunnels
of yesterday. Passed over me
as a tsunami. I sank

in his large wave. Passed as bloated
gas through my intestines. He's a bean
that cramped me with indigestion. I'd the runs
for days, weeks and months. He passed

the buck as a Mack truck on
the highway. Pulverizing sweet
meat with dancing eyes, Cheshire
grin and pearly teeth. Passed

every man on
the touchdown. He passed me
in years but not tribulations. Lawyers
passed papers halting all relations.