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saintedmad
saintedmad 28 Sep 2017 Tag: dreamstate

A no dresses come in bloody alabaster

fool stop. if i go on, out of sheer buoyancy, the heart will decide to die at the point of contact; immediate and then some,how shimmer apocalyptic:light that i know damn well is blindness. so i keep still. if i seem closer now, like white words on sky, ushering you...

saintedmad
saintedmad 10 Mar 2017 Tag: dreamstate

A sudden nightwishing

while i sleep, these girls move from their walls, climbing away and they play at clothes. their toes soft and quiet in the grey night; not a sound while they kiss, fragile lips drinking cupping raw silent water and circling with kitten fingers the red stars.. . and then the...

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