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[jadielue]

"Lively faced and meek
her cheeks stained Russian
pink. My baby girl stranger
from afar."

First Enclosure

Her eyes the still cold color
of freshly tilled earth, a leaky
pair of faucets, as they were.

Willing Patrons

Lips bitten deeply with a wonderous
confusion like no other, her head lay
in pieces on the already scattered floor.

Tipping the Waiter in the Sky

Trodden rows of teeth hooked and
lined romantically within her jaw,
she closes her favorite book again,
one last time.

"The soft willow bark sheds and falls,
soft blue doves float on the edges of
never, and so they shall be."