11/16/2010: II

Hastily, nervously, hurriedly,
I found my way through nail polish.
Eye shadow and perfume, accordingly.
A house inside of me to demolish.

Those bricks will fall on the ground
For me to tread them down on my way;
I'll listen to every frightening sound,
But I will depart, arrive, and stay.

The scent of night mingled with edt,
Internal ruins were set in gothic dark,
Yet we will kiss and drink tea,
You'll smile and make a foolish remark.


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