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Françoise Hardy

Dust

There’s a snowfall of dust

as I lay facing the star-painted ceiling

They delicately sway

floating my way

& I’m reminded

that all things have meaning.

i am

therecessivegene:

just broken glass
see through my jagged edges
transparent

clean up the mess if you like,
I’m still shattered.
still wine stained
blood red
with the memory of your tainted lips.

don’t bother,
after all
glass can’t get hurt.

cocaainegirl:

oh, lesser god, oh your lonely

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iamanon-iamanonymous:

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