The Pixiespublic - created 10/22/03 |
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a ringing bell
behind my smile
it shakes my teeth
and all the while
as vampires feed
i bleed
prithee, my dear,
why are we here
nobody knows
we go to sleep
as breathing flows
my mind secedes
i bleed
there's a place
in the buried west
in a cave
with a house in it
in the clay
the holes of hands
you can place
a hand in hand
in bleed
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