Mar 2, 2011
Want againstthe glass, theylooked so beautiful. So quick wasI to dressthem in their own Fantasy,its reigns heldfast by knowing hands and dirtyflattery. The glass grows cold;I turn and walk away.

Want against
the glass, they
looked so beautiful.

So quick was
I to dress
them in their own

Fantasy,
its reigns held
fast by knowing hands

and dirty
flattery.


The glass grows cold;
I turn and walk away.

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