THat's definately where I smashed the screen ( Read more... )

Skin cracked open. seeping in ( Read more... )

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Hung over my eyes like wispy curtains tiny prisms dancing light They persude me to the tiny note strings and beach comb the edge of a razor blade where i can dance to the music and words I can't read Notes carefully folded and perfectly creased it's cream colour collides with blue ink the perfect trace of a bottom lip I can relate the words back ( Read more... )

neon light ( Read more... )

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you want to open up but their faces are so shallow
lives played out day by day
passing through your world

the birds the bees the wind the trees are all she sees in everything