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by Bare My Paradox Oct 2, 2009 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
She purses her eyelids In contorted vain Of perfect truths- And deviant reason; A coil of burning paper- Amid amaranthine lips Streaks of dancing smoke And smiles of stiffened narcissism Another wasted eyelash Or thread of carbon soot- And streaks of carnauba to form her torpid smile; Perfumed fingers And dainty wrists Those glistening rocks An efflux of sarcasm; sneer; Another ostentatious laugh A coughing huddle And the tossing of raven curls- that ardent smell of pride. A dying mirror... And yet, that hairbrush, that eyeshadow;