We'll Make Headlines

February 19, 2008
By Fancymedead SILVER, La Habra, California
Fancymedead SILVER, La Habra, California
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Tighten your lips,
Don’t sing tonight.
Just cry dear.
Your taste of dry splinters.
An cry of glass.
Both Eyes may bleed,
But hearts drain forever,
With a beat between the drags.

Bones thin as hair.
Stand up, straighten your back.
A spine of needles,
Smoke as thread.
Spin Metal twine up my spine.
Thread my eye lids.
Pluck the lashes.

Heart full of smoke.
Maybe this time,
We’ll make headlines.

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