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.natural angles.this is no star, no moon, little tree;  it is a map and design,  robust and clay,  of Sallies and Kristies.  It will eavesdrop and spy,  disappoint then  grow old and die.  the ink will never dry.   
If it flakes, it will muzzle the country.  and you will eat its stones.  and you will birth its silver.  it will be the Sunday.   
You will see no metaphors  and you will build a fire.  and you will smoke.  by God, you will smoke.   
I couldn't breathe to fuck you. .natural angles.
by ~Drumboy
.as silent.For all I could see in you and wonder  how much more there is  when from thee is all passion borne  and all loves conceived,  from that graceful form and phantom soul  so forever married with charm,  that with which little speech to blossom a dream  can flower a mind to eternity with a sentence,  yet remain so beyond words.   
Such is the life of Angels,  and you,  
who are above all things,  untouchable. .as silent.
by ~Drumboy
.from one light to another.From one light to another,  while we're so close,  why is the eye the window to the soul?  Surely they're open, and pained, and more  but a watcher in a window is no experience at all;  Its the mouth that loves, the hands that make  a nose to re-live and ears that explain;  You can't unsee what you see or simple curtains draw,  so when sights go in, they must lock the door,  then dream and die as replayed once more  to fuel the fire that imagination roars.   
Are we looking in and seeing their store,  what they want us to, reflections or,  is not the eye but the contact whi .from one light to another.
by ~Drumboy
.an irony.I'm in winter  bleeding out  and all I can think is  "there should be more red"   
there are all these faces  and they won't stop smiling/crying/drinking  ,  but  there should be more red  before I turn grey.   
 
don't you think? .an irony.
by ~Drumboy
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