Sat, 08/30/2014 - 20:08 -- owl.tai

He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin,

But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth.


As soon as she understood, she inhaled.

"I take it back," she breathed

But every inch was already covered in a dense fog.


So she ran as fast and as far she could, and the people said she left in the shape

of a silk ribbon.


People said she was beautiful

People swore she was light


In truth, she was tired.


Welcome to my masquerade

Wow. This took my breath away

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