pricking needles;
her voice stung like that.
not death,
but pain.
not love,
but torment.
a glistening light,
fading away
to foreign eyes.
a beauty that,
in wane,
fails its follower.
pricking needles in her eyes,
and she\'s looking at me.
its like she finds
my core
and gouges deep
lifts up what i didn\'t want to remember.
they told me she lied.
they told me she was blank.
i had to see for myself,
but now i\'m stuck,
covered
in pricking needles.











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Samantha J. Ballard
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// jesse j anderson
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Hope you feel back to up to your normal everyday meloncholy soon.. :-D
This is awesome.. + Fav.s (If i can figure it out.. i hate the changes they made to this thing.. nothing works on these darn macs anymore.. maybe its just me)
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what dreams may come, on twisted loving wings...
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