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I'm tripping on her hemlines - big sister with all the luck

and all the love - she's golden fixation, transportation,

relax and slit your own wrists this time. Bite the memories

back when they sting. Golden with hands that feel

rather then touch - everything - she says love is a pleasure. A

dream that she sleeps in on; vanilla latte's - taste it so deep

that it seeps into you. She sleeps the hours away with lovers

made of clay dust and manipulation (bullet-proof heartbreaks) -

they all come straight from the earth - like Pagan gypsies.

Like unfit bullshit. Moans slip through the walls like electricity

in a lightning storm. a, they all say, y.