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fun house
It must be Wednesday
She is wearing the red dress again
The way it hangs from her
Like silk draped on a medical skeleton
its cold outside
we writhe together
like serpents
the fire blazing
inside and out
iggy sings fun house
we are sky high
our lips touch
the sky is golden
She has taken all her posters down
Implanted memories ripped from the wal...
Saturday 29th August 2015 11:48 am
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