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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.18.11.59.2220]] |
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My world is an ancient clock that flies like the silver of the moon, creeping slowly into glass panes, and then upon the hair of young women until it is sewn deeply into them. My world is like eternal sleep cold and weary and relentless in it's unbroken will, my eyes frigidly sealed and lifeless as icy marble. Your love, it is all that I have mentioned keeping me locked and intently waiting for the earth to move under it again. Move the hands of the clock with your piercing gaze, open my eyes with a blessed kiss, warm me with a single touch of smoldering flesh... You are the power over ill fated death, you are the only candle in the endlessly foraging shadow, you are the key to my uprooted spirit. Take your magic and use it as you will, so that I may no longer be you lady in waiting... |