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dulcet ashes.
Contributed by
blackmarker
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Sunday, 27th November 2005 @ 04:05:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Stained skin, solid and cold.
Blue lips, blue tips – once crystal blue eyes,
gouged and gorged; raven-picked,
button sewn and corset laced.
Criss-crossing, bare branches
numbed and berried.
Buckled, snaps.
Temples evacuated; slow drain.
Trickle-tip-slip. Trickle-trip-slip.
Flocks – to salvation,
no less than doves or sheep.
Vanished in wishes,
buried in ditches;
ashen and immobile.
In-verted; in-vented.
Sweet sleep, how doth thee ascend?
Golden, softly flowing,
like sunrises and swallowed liquor,
and just as saccharine.
Pretending to sleep; unwilling to dream.
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blackmarker
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2005-11-27 16:05:31] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: dulcet ashes.
(User Rating: 1 ) by SmileSkinDeep on
Sunday, 27th November 2005 @ 08:00:20 PM AEST (User
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hmmm....i like the picture it paints but i especially "...like sunrises and swallowed liquor,
and just as saccharine.
Pretending to sleep; unwilling to dream."
again: the imagry is great. good write
-april |
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