Topic: cryptic writings
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porcelain skin
so thin, i faint to breathe...
a thought floats. .
.. . a dream, a cycle, a past that haunts..
.. . my eyes wide awake ... yet they lie dormant ... ..
afraid to tell the truth.
. ... afraid they live in the lie..
to touch
to feel.
i feel as if nothing at all
it covers
lying thick in DEEP sick noise
her skin so lite and free..
a touch...
. ..so slight and frail.. .
. .. . she breaks and is set free.... .
. .so beautiful...
. .. .. so bright. ...
.. .light breaks the haze...
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.. ..
the haze..
. . haze. .
. . .i hate.. ..
morning.
brings fate and i start again... ..
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porcelain skin.
leaves me longing. ..
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