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When I was younger, I had lots of curly hair..unruly, unkempt & so thick that I could barely brush it. As a tomboy, keeping my hair kept was pretty unimportant to me. While most kids are adorable, I wasn’t. I look back on photos & see an awkward ugly duckling who had no idea what
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Can you really know the weight of life, it’s true brevity, if you have never held death at your disposal? I believe that a man who has felt the pressure of each and who has known when to follow the light and when to govern darkness is both a warrior and a god. And then
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I am supposed to be subtle and coy yet here I am, trying to figure out ways for you to notice me. I study your face. Your brow is brooding, your nose broken at least once, your lips… oh your lips. Your lips are made for something… I’d like to say kissing but that’s not
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Everything that broke, every dream that failed, every crossroad I chose, led me straight to this LL
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war will speak the demon languageonly known by certain angels the few who are fluent are the reckoning force the blood& the bones
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This is the dance We fight, we fuck Your hand around my waist, my body wanting always to be pressed into yours And you pulling away when it’s too much and when I want more around and around we go When this will stop, no one knows LL
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I don’t know what to write about you now yet, there is something there, clawing to get out. Like teeth on the inside of my chest, ripping at the other side of my skin, gnawing, threatening, still, to rip me apart. It is there, always… wrapping restless fingers around my thoughts and heart even when
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there is a forever in me if only you had the eyes to see it LL
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The problem is that people like you think that everything here is everything we are.. That’s because you are maybe, at best, 2-3 layers deep. And people like us are infinite. Like rings in an old tree, you don’t believe it because you can’t see it. People like you, with such limited depth and experience
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The writer, the warrior, the wanderer… He walks along the Milky Way. A million grains of sand spread out like stars and down the roads of forbidden lands… the universe’s darkest parts.Still I know he has not reached the mountain top… There is dedication in his eyes and all who know him have seen it
The Blood & The Bones 