slipping like dominos. flickering light bulbs, that still need fixing. heavy air. buckets of marbles. handfuls of precious cargo. coffee, black. slumber that cannot be matched. empty pools and we're diving in. beaches without sand, flips without the flops. biting nails and sitting on the edge of the world. food colouring dropped into the creases of time and spread over an eternity. biting lips. arcade games. letters wrote but never sent. letters sent and never opened. lighter fluid and gut punching action. mascara dabbled over editing mouths. scratched. bruised. healed. sparkly. hung on the wall, put on the shelf. locked. secured. blown wide open. salted laughter. candles burned all the way through. jewellery never been worn. items with the tags still on. dull knives, scary times. televised hate. roller skates. child's play in an adult world. truth about the truth is you probably don't want to hear it. classical embellishments. connections no longer connecting. simple now complicated. sheets of paper. bed sheets. uncharted territory. peeking through the view master yet still can't see through the thought. shoe laces keeping doodles together. doodles running off with cheesies and this could get messy. fake flowers, fake voices. real flowers, real loses. southern comfort, bejewelled massacres. televised hate and there is no escaping this..
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