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this ripe, fair skin...
Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...
Your ribcage fits my fingers,
Gentle as if not there at all...
My hands were cold
He held them...
Play with your words
Like they touch the hearts...
Everytime I see you,
It makes me dread the summer...
A million white hot needles
Pierce my undead flesh...
In the absence of light, a silence grows
Among the shadows, cast below...
*This for all who hate to hear the alarm in the...
I had a dream I went to the mall...
Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...
"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...
We are born,
to live for a while...