Believe in me, instead, believe
in an underworld guarded by three-headed
dogs and Persephone there waiting,
free to go, like you, yet chained
Chained like you. Believe in
a world where our hair is really
threads of gold and take my hand,
take my hand and never look back
on the old world you knew.
Devious Comments
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"I would feel your tongue
writing fiction
down my spine,
but the best lies
were mine."
:snugs back:
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
--
"I would feel your tongue
writing fiction
down my spine,
but the best lies
were mine."
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