I look
like phantasmagoria
and snow in August
I taste
like broken diamonds
and open coffins
I smell
like disillusionment
and another man’s cologne
I feel
like crushed snail shells
and every bruise you’ve ever had
I sound
like tights snagging on barbed wire
and all of the lives that you are too afraid to live.
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Even in Brazil …
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Ha, amazing! No, only in London 😉
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I like the taste of broken diamonds. Less so the taste of open coffins.
Hmmm. I’m confused.
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Just to clarify, I don’t visit funeral parlours in my spare time and go around licking the display coffins. But it is on my bucket list, so expect a full report in due course. X
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To clarify, I didn’t believe you went around licking the ‘display’ coffins.
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This is truly EXCELLENT i love it! Queen of raw sordid observations!
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Phantasmagoria is always a good word to include in almost anything…
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At last, soeomne comes up with the “right” answer!
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