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  • you mistook meas someonewho needed youand yetI need no onebut do not ask meif this ismy blessingor my curseI have prayedand prayedfor the answer to thisand stillI do not know the blood& the bones

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  • A good man who does bad deeds confident, aware wolf renaissance man dying breed a magnet for a woman like me I feel myself aching to know of all the people he’s brought trembling to their knees longing to be one of them I set my sights and the chase begins my curiosity begging him…

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  • I knew better than to love you and yet you made it known it was no choice of my own And so I found myself on the edge of the knife and jumped to fly falling with no parachute the blood & the bones

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  • I could lie and say I was watching the sunrise that day but I wasn’t. Out of the corner of my eye I saw it’s rose colored hue. I felt the heat on my face as gold spread like liquid dominating the darkness. I knew that it was coming up too fast and that when…

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  • you use meas you fit a muse a concubine a therapist poetry promises beautiful words in beautiful rows in and outyou weavethrough my light you lie you lie I love you the blood& the bones

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  • you are not him and the weight of that is more than I can carry the blood & the bones

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  • ever feel like you could disappear and no one, not a soul would give a fuck I know that feeling too well and that’s why I stay for him.. so that he never has to feel this way the blood & the bones

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  • there are some dayswhen I will kiss your throatbut many morewhere I will wish to tear it outwhen there is too much quiettoo much standing stillthis animalthat lives insidewill start a riotto taste bloodto stop pretending to be gentlethese mundane circles of feigningdelicacy and obedienceis not enoughdelicious primal rage in my marrowI crave chaosbecause I…

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  • there are some days when I will kiss your throat but many more where I will wish to tear it out I am rarely gentle and I am never delicate delicious primal rage in my marrow I crave chaos because I understand the freedom in it because I was forged from it beside me, born…

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  • a moment to youa lifetime to me the blood& the bones

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