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In The Dead Of Sunlight

Honey drip tar sunlight

Stale smoke crib fumes

Shade breaks cruel shadows

Sprawling on the wall.

 

Noise clinks outside

Time ticks turns under

Back to front, full

Closing further.

 

Face crease in the mirror

Hair falls thin ribbons

Floor filled strips

Blowing in the breeze.

 

Waiting for light to sigh

And the darkness take over

Once and for all.

◄ Sprawl

He Heard The Stars ►

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melanie coady

Tue 6th Sep 2011 22:59

dark stuff kealan...hmmm what was on ur mind here!! xx

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