Friends Like You, No Enemies

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By Shine-On •

The complexion of it's face Dressed in a distant fragrance Condemning simple twitches To drive along the skin Until they crawl under Adjacent to the bones Where no one left to be Can pass through the silence Though they drive my patience Just until the end They sleep under my skin Too close to know i feel

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March 29, 2009 01:12MorbidMaiden

I like this web of thought. It's captivating.

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