I am queen of the acrylics
Master of plaster
Voyager of vintage.
I live to command pens
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First it's the smell of the damp ground,
Of the woods and the brush,
And the waning light.
Fright sparks, a flame in the foliage,
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'Candy, candy, ' the innocents scream
I know what it tastes like; it’s not what it seems
These sweets will draw you in and slit your throat
For this candy you’re eating is filled with dope
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My Body Is A Cage
Just there to hold the true Me,
I do my best to portray it,
But nothing could compare.
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Trapped in a tarnished city of gold,
The glory gone with the years,
We need to find something else to hold,
Besides the bitter sting of our own tears.
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Such a need to control the lights,
In this quiet hour of anticipation,
Strong emotions called upon in a time of tranquility are the only ones that can be caught...
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The first idea falls like a star,
White as paper and bright as the sun,
The images start flowing, dark as night,
But pure as our passion and love for life.
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Swimming, floating, drifting,
Through and through my mind, the air,
Rising, falling, never ever stopping,
Magnified magnificent in the night.
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