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from one eldest daughter to another

i left my mind on crushed blue velvet
in a crack among the cushions
it stayed there whilst i slipped
onto the cold wooden floor
sinking slowly
i could no longer tell where my body ended
and the ground started anymore
glassy eyes pointing upwards
like a doll, discarded
my physical self finally departed
warm and still,
a lucid dream if you will
yet i comprehend nothing
and no longer wish to
red wine replaced my blood
my veins begin to flood and
all i can hear are the whispers in the trees
and soft breathing laying next to me 
to replicate my heartbeat
the mind is a wonderful manipulator 
disguised as reason
it has motherly venom
that drips and poisons
reminding me how starved my skin must be
of gentleness
and sincerity
her standards impossible to meet
we share our burdens quietly 
but our minds are far away
stuck in an endless summer
burning themselves out 
like old rolls of film
erasing the past, replacing the present
don't you feel content
lets read together,
go for walks in the worst possible weather
i'll fill you with lines of poetry
that were written in love and madness
just romanticise 
don't let our time slip by 
we can be consumed into the clouds
and stay there, for a while
just like this
i'm sure we won't be missed
our minds can keep each-other company
hidden in crushed blue velvet 
going further and further into the crack

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