"If I make it to the pearly gates, make a drawing for me. Of a monkey and a man, a marching band. An angel kissing on a sinner."
Red Queen screams,
"Off with her head!"
As the clavicle
seductively
moves.
Growing
even
longer as
time
long grows,
give me
one
red eyepatch
in the shape of
naive.
No,
make that two.
White marble
gives the impression of
strong bones.
Cracks show brittle
underneath.
Give me
the cure, not
the vaccination--
a sick heart
protagonizes
best.
As the thread thickens,
don't cut.
Even yarn
will bleed.
vanessa ((
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