distant, dreamy mouthed girl. oh look, you've come without. left your heart undressed. shy, sad, bedroom-eyed girl. behind your back you're making a face. once glad girl, milk soaked flesh. bound only by confession and you confess. riot of tears he left you with. any moment now, porcelain doll, pixie face, if now, your life has turned, like a cotton dress, inside out and crumpled on the floor, by some fraction of time, some slice of space, your dreams will always come back to you, dreams never die. © Lisa Zaran
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