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Patterns of long faded carpet hot candles carpet burn Green eyes are quickly lost in paranoia Left and tattered eyelashes brush the wrinkled skin of newly touched skin and warm breath of Christmas musty room enclosed and sweaty isolated in stretched out caught up waves of clear tapestry combining that curvy body into complete depth of unknown who are you? drowning in it, drowning hopefully in your words.

I lie awake attracting anything but what I want if there was any more mistakes I think I could of cried. kissed my pillow I wont be here, but still be beside and if I could love you anymore I would but I don't think i could. I don't think you'd have understood my reasons behind my words are lost in your head of fantasy different from my world of creativity. We collide.

Carry me away. Palm to palm raise me from the procrastination. But all that consumes me Is that of Procrastination I see myself in that Ocean. If you could hold me Palm to palm I think the stars would cross and beat from each pulsation of my blood You are me Yet nothing at all. We are nothing. Palm to palm but no skin is touching.

fly nacotics fly like glowing, butterflys that neglect the small children in a fury of infinite dance consider kissing that small doll turn my life upside down miss world and soon we shall fly high like gasoline lit butterflys forever what a shame we last only a day.

One day a week I set aside To let my life and heart collide too many more and butterflies sink From your heavy eyelid blink I miss your cotton scented heavy sweat bed of heavens silhoette Your rough lined hands of dirt and death Your low and lumbered cigarette breath. Quiet and Loud upon my brain Which part will stay mundane I miss you. Without i'm blue. Your ugly shoes. Your fruit shampoo. I love you. But I wont admit Because you and me. Just wont. make it.

If I lit us on fire; we'd look really bright. and if we set the time; we'd seem really slow. But If I tore your heart from your chest; I could see what you love or not. but if I injected narcotics into the vains; we'd be really happy.

One little girl, The bright age of three Sat on her own at the top of a tree, She smiled as she sung And swung out her feet Alone in the country;no friends she could meet But still she smiled on And her eyes shone too Because she was going to school soon Her dreams would come true One little girl The sweet age of nine Sat all alone, in her break time But still she smiled on And her eyes shone blue Some friends would come along soon And her dreams would come true One teenage girl The age of thirteen Sat in her room And started to scream It was hard for her And lonely as hell She hated her life And dreaded the bell T