

2woke up in my dream, out of m body i sat up in the dark the only light shone in color from my own eyes yellow pierced through fushia coming too in around 4 hours woke up thinking i was in some different oblivion but i was lying in the shower lying in a cold puddle of black mascara and cool water my body eternally stained in black writhing from the fallen razors shing2
from my own lies breathing in releif
finally swimming up from my high still on my body are black stains no amount of effort can clean them away traces of black streaks trailing from my eye
FEAR TEH MEP! =3
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"DIS WILL KOM IN HANDI" - *repay
~*$olaris*~
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- art, poetry, dance and song is just a way of speaking of things that can't be vocally spoken of. ~Me
- "Grace" is but the knowlege of rythm. ~Me
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Erin
Edmonton Alberta CANADA
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