untitledScanning well was never my forte; I cannot be coherent and honest together.untitled
So forgive the punctuation, mixed metaphors and such, I do not do this frequently you understand, Just when you come round again. To teach me a song I do not know, Patronise me so I feel we’ve gone back a hundred years. I hate it when you do that. Hate the reaction you get from me. I turn into a child again. A little woman. The kind who would lay down her life
For a glance from you. A chance of a kiss, a glimpse of a damp curl falling
Over your pale face, begging me to brush it away from your eyes. You are
The BeginningThe world stopped, time died, My shadowed form stepped over the threshold. Black, unforgiving behind me; Fresh, redeeming in front.The Beginning
Rough wood at my feet Carresses my palms as I kneel down to meet it. Rain courses down my face, Dragging the guilt away.
Freedom comes sweetly to those who deserve it, The taste stays bitter on my tongue. Blood stains my body, crimson, denying The fact I am free again. Born again, soon.
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'I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.'
'I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams'
but when are you going to add me to your watched list?
x x x x
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"Who needs love when we have A4 paper?"
thankee for the people...i will be adding them soon
xxxxxx
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be pure, be vigilant, behave.
Welcome to the critical bitchy world of deviantArt. Once you're trapped, there's no getting out.
Though I'm sure you've already got the usernames of most people, here's a few off the top of my head:
rxpirate : Max
VeritasBoffitas : Verity
girlwiththecurls : Lofty
...
I can't think of any others that would intereat you...
-Jonny
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Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
-Ginsberg
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