not the mantel's; Geneva's farthest skill, Can't put the puppet bowing, That just now dangled still. ~ Emily Dickinson
Thursday, July 1, 2010
mechanical girl
drill another hole, she doesn't feel a thing, created from cans and plastic. nothing real can live around you, breathing death... drill another hole, she's yours to destroy, brain fashioned from radio wire, she'll sing through aluminum lips.
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