Sunday, November 17, 2013

fragile boy

his eyes are candles glimmering,
if they saw you they would consume you
but they can't, can't, can't

his limbs are lounged in leather
his ears are pierced with silver
he is lost wax, wax, wax

his heart is guarded by bubbles
he'll tell you, you have the answer
but you won't, won't, won't--

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