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Raising The Hairs

Tags: love

Embracing desires cold shivers of winter's born,
in the darkness of my mind like splintered wood,
kindling fires with a Pinocchio nose.

Here lies the voice of green eyes in the shade,
with a broken heart of permafrost on the pane,
of cold fears in my lies.

Between dreams, and candle shells of pale,
of freezing rain with angel wings,
as love never fails.

Slowly a shadow departs floating in the air,
into infinite infinity raising the hairs,
ectoplasm now my aphrodisiac.

Spiraling downstairs out on the lawn,
where spirits of a blind-eye moon spawn,
kindling fires with a Pinocchio nose.

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