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
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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
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She wore her nightdress
Black as gold like a dark star
Baptism of fire
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Burying my pain
Paranoia erupting
I need to escape
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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.
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