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Author: stained blue PM
the stars are rolling off my hips into patches of cigarettes.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 112 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-03-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2499012
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she's pushing bullets down her throat, her mouth swirling with suicide and the sunset shimmers around her neck like a pendent, or a rosary. i kiss the scars curved around her hips, unexplainable and random and
i say she's beautiful but,
you, you already broke.
author's note: i guess i really can't stop, just something for something, for someone.
deleted lines: she tells me stories of wonderland, her lips caked white with cocaine and washington heights and i'm hearing sirens and gunshots and happily ever afters raw lips parted like: "will you tell me another, another—" and: you, you're just waiting to laugh in my face.