For the voice in your eyesA Poem by eglantine
I ache for something spicier
than the north star, something that speaks in lullaby's my soul can cling to. I wear nothing but flames and gold lipstick. Reader, won't you ask me to dance on the ivory moon with your shadow's shadow? I am but dust of dust and you, the sunray that illuminates me, so peel black lace from my voice, nail stars to my skin, kiss me through this sheet of paper. © 2013 eglantineFeatured Review
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