abstruse chaos (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crookedmirror) wrote,@ 2004-05-11 13:18:00 |
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Disenchanted incidents fill my vision like through water-goggles, when the seal is broken. The part of me that holds me firmly to earth is crumbling after the irony of your last words. My thoughts circle, frantically whirling through the recesses of my skull- and I'm left in the dark as you gently close the door.
A soft magic is seeping through the floor, and a thousand empty promises share the tea-table with a blonde Frankenstein. Does anyone have a light? Strains of a dark old melody, plunked ardently on yellowed ivory, shadow the attic long, filter through the dusty shafts of dusty light through an autumn eternity.
The dolls all manage to look comfortable lingering over their plastic cookies.
A soft magic is seeping through the floor, and a thousand empty promises share the tea-table with a blonde Frankenstein. Does anyone have a light? Strains of a dark old melody, plunked ardently on yellowed ivory, shadow the attic long, filter through the dusty shafts of dusty light through an autumn eternity.
The dolls all manage to look comfortable lingering over their plastic cookies.
