throughthelookingglass
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To be honest there is nothing much about me worth knowing. I live in an island, enjoys being a photographer at times and dance like no one else business. Thats all. I can't think what to write for now so it just stays like this. Welcome to the little life of mine and lets try not to get utterly bored, shall we?

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015 @ 3/10/2015 01:25:00 AM

i am ready

i am ready for the sun against my skin
heavy makeup on my eyelids
blood red lips, strut down the streets.
i dance into the night and drift
by day, i am an unknown
i dress in my black clothes
i buy flowers from the flowershop
he ask me, where are you going my lady?

i smile. i put my sunglasses on
France, Spain and Italy
but first back to my room
to drink some tea.

Well enjoy mon cherie! I will monsieur
thank you for the flowers
let me pay you with words
they last longer than beauty or money

Small children run pass me
Along in the park, i do not smoke
but already i am old.

time is ticking. tick tock.
tick tock.
tick
tick
tock.

To be consumed by the world or consume it,
i hear the voices around me,
they chant and scream
it won't be easy. YOU WILL PERISH.
PERISH WILL YOU!
WILL YOU PERISH?
i rise and stomped thee
because i know
i know
i know i must be ready.
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