cigarette smoke.

girls in black

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女孩 在 白色

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girls in white

waxen wings and burning backs facing toward the sun. golden eyes and feather-light touches and candy kisses. electricity dances on open skin and clothes come loose. clocks tick downward because they have no will to live, she is aphrodite and he is hades ― or perhaps it is the other way around.

spring blooms under chipped fingernails and the black flames of sin. treachery and anarchy spread through blue-like-lazuli eyes and cotton-candy-pink lips, dressed in nothing but their own skin over bones. the blood that runs through their veins is flanex and metal chipped around the edges and splintered to gold ― bleeding hearts and the ribbon of equatily burn to ashes in midnight flames.

it tastes like burnt skin and smells of copper and death. raindrops sticking to white-wings and whiter skin, like a paperback of snow and cigarette smoke. that's what she tastes of, girl in eggshell whit with sapphire eyes and cornflour hair taste of smog and red ― boys of black and silver with skin black as burnt wood and rubber minds. they taste like sugar-water and redemption; licking soda and nectar from the mouths of girls in white.

男生 在 黑色

boys in black

heavy footfalls and starbursts―

girls dressed in midnight clouds and red nails―

and boys dressed in starlight and white-hot destruction―

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