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By day, she labours
beneath a monotonous reality
by night her mind twists around
what it is to be alive
carousel, in this not so soporific darkness
hansel's bone finger reaches out
and pushes against the white wall
in the dark, until his knuckles
crack, and fingers bleed
red as the old scarlet room
smiling and nodding, her speciality in the
transparent blue, other, anticipates drip, elsewhere fabric
cocooned in it. Reminiscing of shadows and spirals
and light
June 13th
13th June
and likes to pick back over
thirteen more



hey, i actually got round to posting something... dont you just love late night procrastination!
Mado