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More Poetry... Im in the mood for it i guess...

linens of an indigo hue
softly encompass the antique bed
oak spool posts are her ivory towers
beneath them she rests her head
upon the perfect pillow sham
with every hair in place
if this were a fairytale
would she be the princess?
look deeper my friend
even in the throws of sleep
her face is pained
is it from the many white tablets
she placed upon her tongue
like a ritualistic communion
she followed them them with fire water
or perhaps her gentle face is troubled
by the dark half moons that hang
like a reflection on the water
pink and red bars line her arms
like the raised keys of a piano
sleep has finally found her
but the fairy tales were wrong
for no mans kiss can wake
this sleeping beauty.