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hall
The hall is flooded with skipping rocks and floral floors with velvet windows, and linoleum ceilings, There's a picture hanging crooked with a chair missing it's leg underneath. And fake grapes scent the air with brocade and lace.
satisfy
His weathered eyes, satisfy mine, and I laugh at the sympathy of his tone. Two far gone, to know, what's ahead and down the road.
arts
A poem a day is art withered a word's way to see what's not there.
somebody
Some bodies, draw the curtains, because they don't want to let somebody in. Some bodies, lay in the shade, because the sun is somebody else's spotlight. And some bodies, stay inside, because sometimes it's warmer than outside.
draw
He drew away from the ceiling and cascaded his hand over the glaze of the light, he tore apart the wall to see the white and inhaled. He swore that he'd never forget a moment, not one. He was the copper dime spent on you.
spent
They ridicule a famous vagrant with bearing eyes. She walks down the aisle as the priest abides to her every last word, endless sins, Ladies and Gentlemen, watch as she's marred with spit and saliva, poison and gin, our promiscuous young lady, just did it again.
spent
She cries against the sunset with bittersweet teeth she's spent, reluctant with endless apathy.
roar
Golden mane with cries against a September sky. Auburn leaves with autumn lions thunder.
themselves
Credibility couldn't be worth a cent if the news wasn't paper. So books shouldn't vanish neither should computer eyes.
themselves
Shriek in the shrine for her closet full of cobwebs and sweaters. Dolls and love letters. And hidden cigarettes, with brand new Pabst Blue on the side.
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