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Hot Draft
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Honey flavored blood spills into a gash
Your heart disbelieves any trust you've given past Future is too stinking bright to clarify the gap Anything you say comes out to me as a hot draft. Cold wind rushes upwards and a dawning.... Hot draft. Blood flavored honey oozes into your brain's cracks Pink flesh rebels with the pressure of too many tacks Your plastic eye sees the lies in truth in my laugh Anything you say comes out to me as a hot draft. Cold wind rushing through your hair and a sunset..... Hot draft. |
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Written by: Chrissi
She is 14 and lives in Ontario Canada She says: I think this is possibly the strangest thing I've written... though it's provocative. Such words. oozing. ah. they're pourous. You may write her at: kluless_faerie@hotmail.com |
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