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| "I don't beleive in beatles, I just beleive in me." John Lennon |
| Last Updated: June 15th 2004 |
| Sapphire candles that light the scars blue and gold flickering fingers that run their course the companion you long to be the surrender much less complete without the wandering shiver that guides her touch, fire that sedates her words. shadows draw the world in thin strokes, like matchstick people looking for a reason to burn. Her allure can be tasted the last thing you’d ever feel like a second before impact eyes wide as the stars... revelation in a breath held until the end a sigh so profound it carries your heart away. Shadows make the world a stage slow duet and the feeling of resonance when it sings in her eyes. Lost in the width of the moment flickering in a conscious flame she moves like pain slow and deliberate tasting every breath for a hint of blood to know she’s found me true blue and locked away. Yours to the last you need like a lucid dream teetering on oblivion til the shadow claims all. |