Ms. Ruin's Playthings

"The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates." -Oscar Wilde

Monday, April 16, 2012


I feel like a ghost crept up my spine in the dead of night...this song playing now on my iPod. 
The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
I tried to put my finger on it
I think I might've inhaled you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you flowing in me

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