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| smilesideways (profile) wrote, on 10-13-2005 at 12:36am | |
| midnight soft lips. the content of this subject is sharper than the words you've perfected with that trained tongue. i don't play truth or dare anymore, we've lost the face of that innonence beneath ashes and bottles. i thought you would never forget the way my eyes shifted when my face got hot. hot, remember. eyelashes running away, my eyes always gave way to my brilliance. secret and hidden in every imperfection. that's what made me perfect in mittens and frost bitten hair. i've always liked the cold better. warming up my lips before they tremble off all the heat. |
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