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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…
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I got high on you for a little while.. And more than your sex, your face, your voice.. the real drug was found in your words It’s the writers who always get me. But not just any writer. The ones with words formed from trauma. The ones who used calloused hands to pen their tragedies.…
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we hear the musical thump of heartbeats metallic movements and blades swishing through heavy air it’s time to dance sway into the fray into the gray the waltz begins my partner, dressed in steel I know her body well a lady locked and loaded I’ve held her curves blindfolded I lead us out onto the…
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If you stumbled upon this, upon my words, upon me and found yourself thinking about all the dirty dark corners you’ve never explored… All the things you’ve held too close for fear of being an outcast. If you have found yourself feeling warmed by the light of what’s only been described as dark before. If…
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I struggled to understandthis thirst for blood this staining inclinationslipping downclawing my way downthe wall of my shameuntil I metthe bottom of the rockway down in the rubbleI bathed myselfin dirt and sootand rose like a Phoenixready to do the devil’s deedsfor what they calledthe greater good the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 