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Mar. 9th, 2005 09:10 amPainted faces on a twisted cord of painted tudor rose.
Last minute orders on the stairway down the wall of order.
Flickering lights casting shadows in the wispy haze of yesterday.
Neon streaked water flowing out of eyes that stare to the bone.
Music dancing across waves of iron clad reason.
A last chance decision for the tempest fugue of jugganaunt wheels.
Signs that laugh in echoing crackles that leave the skin on edge.
An empty smile for a twilight wish of yesterday.
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:54 pm (UTC)Then again, I like ethereal music :)