

Lip liner, vodka and ...Jewelled fingers stroke a lighter as the beautiful eyelids flicker. Curls rest on elegant shoulders, as the night drags itself by.Lip liner, vodka and ...
The flame dancing in front of lips and a long drag inwards. A thin trail of ghostly white rising up and disappearing.
Delicate fingers tap away ash as the glamorous eyes close. Tranquil silence echoes and settles, resting upon her curves.
Moonlight creeps in showering the room in a glow. Varnished talons tap polished surfaces as she sits, home alone.
Seventeen cigarettes and a splash of perf
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when the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things how they truly are, infinite ~ William Blake
(It always looks odd when people put a full-stop after 'Mr', don't you think?)
At least I didn't make a reference to Hitler.
So here's a big hello and I hope you're having a good day
Danielle
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You non-conformists are all alike
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Each one feels like a fem fatale caressing my lungs with barbwire gloves
"The Italian navigator has landed in the new world, the natives are friendly"
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I think I used to have a purpose...then again it might have been a dream, I think I used to have a voice...now I never make a sound...
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