THE MUTE BEAUTIFULS
SO STONED THEY COULDN’T TALK
PERFECT LIPS, HUGE EYES
NAIVE & MESMERISED
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HIS TEARS ARE TRANSPARENT
AS THEY ROLL DOWN HIS FACE
INVISIBLE LIKE GLASS
EXTRACTIONS OF SADNESS MELT THROUGH THE SKIN
TO THE SOUL
AROUND THE CREASES OF SMILES
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MY SUICIDE SHOES ARE THE BEST INVENTION
THEIR HEELS ARE BEYOND CONVENTION
DAGGER SPIKES
I KNOW YOU LIKE
THEY MAKE MY LEGS SO LONG
I BELONG IN MAGAZINES
WITH MY SUICIDE SHOES
IN THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD OF FASHION.
kirsty allison 