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It creaks inside your fingerjoints;
It fixes in your stare;
It floats around the atmosphere,
Then sinks into dispair.

It sticks inside the cracks of skin,
Like dirt upon the knees.
It licks at bone and dust and sweat,
This inescapable disease.

Let's walk through acid rain again;
Let's breathe it in too deep.
Let's hold it in our hearts with glee,
In paradoxial sleep.
©2007-2009 ~liquid-chicken
:iconliquid-chicken:

Author's Comments

'Cellar Door' dosen't really have anything to do with the poem. It's meant to be the most beautiful phrase in the english language according to tolkein & edgar allan poe.
Hope you like it.
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:iconkawaiijillian:
love the last part. reminds me of donnie darko.

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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you

--frank o'hara
:iconliquid-chicken:
Thankyou :)

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Lunge wildly at the pope!
:iconangelinapinksky:
About time someone used Cellar door in a poem.
I love the poem it's really great.
Did you know that cellar door means=to make love in french.
It's probably spelt different though.

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[JeSs] - I won't waste a moment with fear.
:iconliquid-chicken:
Oooh no I didn't know that =]
That's pretty.:)

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Lunge wildly at the pope!

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