Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lacquered, nimble soul.

Skin so tightly stretched over ancient bones. Bones intertwined with other bones with supple skin that masks their beauty. On the bed we lie; under sheets we lie.

Bones that bend and break and mend.

Symmetrical frames engineered by the gods of time and fate. Frames forged from fire and brim, draped with flesh and skin. Frames of bone; frames of dust.

Bones that bend and break and mend.

Skin so tightly stretched over ancient bones. Bones intertwined with other bones with supple skin that masks their beauty. On the bed we lie; on the bed we die.

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