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A STUDY OF THE PORTRAIT images of dorian gray 002 .
WATCH AS LIPS DRIP SACCHARINE & HONEY . pleading / praying are the ones who fall to their knees upon the altar before him. angel contained within human skin , he spills holy light upon all who dare to come inside. see him now , fresh from sermon , his feet dragging upon the ground with exhaustion . see him now------- how he lays upon the bed , a picture of breathless divinity . his eyelids fluttering open and closed , rolls over , skin like spun glass laid bare as his voice spills into the silent air ‘ lavinia ? are you just standing outside the door waiting for me to wake up . ‘
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THE WORLD IS CHANGED because you are made of ivory & gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history -------------------- independent / private / selective dorian gray of THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY as retold by seb .
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I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting—
Richard Siken, excerpt of Wishbone (via henrydear
What would the dark / Do without fevers to eat?
Sylvia Plath, ‘The Jailer’ (via siriusorion)