pick up this doll, and watch the girl dream
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cups spill, what holds, what holds, what holds tomorrow.
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clenching the fist, raising the brow...
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as glass enters the vein.
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justice shines, in her dark eyes...
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as an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset.
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this is seraph's dream... ten crowns drop.
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parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls.
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shade this tribulation in pastels...
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silk feelings hurt...
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the river holds the color you describe as love.
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Civeta Dei.
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| The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
