Miss World
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sometimes, all the time.
i want to lay
in a pool of falling ash
like butterflies
and never know what hit me
when they come flying
at my sunken eyes
lay completely still
a thousand colors fade to
pitch black dots
and here i lay in silk
satin cheeks and
pitch black thoughts
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