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her photos all pout matte finish VS the glossy truth, that which bathes upon her lips is a string of unabashed honesty, the one thing I won't deny as the ultimate comfort when we kiss --the veracity swims through me like a trite simile. And though her reality of vampires and black clothing might have hidden layers of white clouds and whimsy, her eyes try to hide halfway closed buried under the thick black of a childhood gone wrong, caked with expensive camoflage-- she wears so much black she might just blend into herself, until you fall into the blue of the glassy clear eyes she refuses to hide completely, a little sincerity never killed anyone. I could write about desire and I could long for her constant touch fixed upon my in between body, but I wouldn't need to wish. |
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