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[edgeofasparrow]

somehow in the bed, in the dark
I am reading an invisible newspaper, I am slipping
down the pages. You are wearing
the costume of a Skeleton.

Comments

Lovely, but...

[anonymous]

Death comes as a poet. That's why you should turn on the light, and leave him.

Read the visible paper. The one you've ignored. It's ink bleeds through your veins. Open it at the source. Start where it hurts, and read on from there.

Re: Lovely, but...

[edgeofasparrow]

Who are you? I have found the real paper and ink. I am trying to show its soul. There is a greater place than the dreamworld and I want to reveal its beauty. Tonite I will light candles and write the world with my heart wrapped in it.

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[anonymous]

Its ink...