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Grey Snowstorm

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Published: May 6, 2010

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_{Tiny melancholy dreams are slipping and sliding through the huge snowdrift settled just behind your eyes. There's a storm swirling into a blizzard in those grey eyes of yours. I'd love for the grey to turn to blue, so that I know there's a calm, but I'll worry that the storm has simply gone on hiatus and will return with a vengeance before the night is over.

Huge spirals of crystal and dust are rippling the surface as you spill iced nuances into white-hot wounds. They couldn't hurt much more if they were salty tears cascading in a torrent into the shallow waters below. I wish that you would read those cursive ink-marks trailed across the page you threw into the ground, though it might be tea-stained and blotchy with the memory of train-tracks that you wept as you read it aloud.

The sweetest of cadences echo through a kaleidoscope as you listen to the rainbow reverberating in the narrowly coloured lane, until your feet sink in to finely grained sand and you gaze at the foam stallions thundering past you as your colourless dress flutters with their hoofbeats. You wish you could mold your spirit to one of theirs and ride the dawn into the dark-tinged gloom, because then you could listen to the rainbow filling the deafening silence.}

_{2010.05.06

I thought I had hit a block in my inspiration, then this flowed onto the page. But now, surely, I'm spent - inspiration wise.

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you're in the walls, wafting through them, carrying the smell of cigarettes on your breath. the paint is yellowing. my skin is yellowing because i slide down the walls so that it smells like you've been breathing up my neck. they are smooth like your lips but they are cold until they touch my skin. i'm trying so hard but it's not sinking in. you're in the glass, wafting through my airways, carrying my escort to sleep, no different from your breath. i'm drinking you up, i can't just forget you. i pour your tongue onto mine and it is smooth and it doesn't burn until it's gone. i'm sinking so hard but it's not drinking in. &nbs
for all the ghosts by ~vongarrett}