Glass, Glass, Glassglasses.... solid and beautifully curved, ....glasses..... spill out over the smooth skin of tile cascading and flowing,Glass, Glass, Glass
this sea of glass,
reflecting all visible spectrum
but leaving me absent in its wake ....glass.... drowning me out
beneath the deep clear light
dancing through its shattered spray,
....beautiful glass.... jumping through each pool
of translucent spinning razor ....my beautiful liqiud glass...
Blood Rosesi want to sway among the sweet smelling flowers, surrendering myself to ecstacy,Blood Roses
as they run their soft razor tendrils along my skin,
and tear me to pieces.
I gaze at the deep crimson majesty spreading on each golden ethereal petal.
unaware this crimson stain, is my own sparkling water, that quenches their thirst in torrents of this beautiful liquid, so their death rope stems will rise, so my garden reaches heights my frial broken weeds can only dream of.
with each parched pulse they sway with unrivaled joyous majesty,
.....please ;~;
yaaay welcome~
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Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
- Dr. Seuss
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