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Crush me like orange peel Smear me all over your body Rub me into your pores And allow my fragrance to Erase all of your frown lines © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Transitory pain Caught between the old and new This liminal space © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

She wore her nightdress Black as gold like a dark star Baptism of fire © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.

Burying my pain Paranoia erupting I need to escape © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.

How we choose to carve each other up Using words as blunt machetes Hacking away at emotional limbs Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground We replace authentic light with manufactured Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises In the name of self-improvement All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds. © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.