Art
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Excavate the ruins of her jaw. A muted dialogue of sores as she once sang so beautifully. Bring me fingernails. Bring me illusion. Bring me a plague to give to my lover. They won’t be missed. No, they’ll never be missed. A concave oral, from the mouth of her preacher man. They said I Read more
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Hands upon the canvas. Hands on her breasts. Cigarettes in the gutter like seasons spent in hell. Six sheets to the wind. Coffee in the pot like mental illness shifting through petrified trees. Closed-mouthed nothings across the table in a war-torn cafe. Boredom in approach. Aching formalities when the removal of clothes is all Read more
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her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath Read more
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Symbols and Words A language that goes beyond. That goes deeper. Read more
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i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used Read more
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i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 