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I had a plan I would to write open the veinblood-let on paper and get it out of methen fill the black hole left in my chestwith hope with stardustwith words you’d never touchedbut all that comes outof my longing fingertipsover and overand over is your name LL
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do not make death tremble to take youinstead hope that it will say, my child, you have seen many sunsets, you have lived for good even when you did not know what good still waspeace is waiting for youyou have done enough LL
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Listen, when you find me you’ll worry that you’re too much….Too hard. Too hopeless. Too cold.You’ll see the sugary sweetness and warmth of me and the open arms of my understanding and wonder if my skin is thick enough.If my limits have ever been truly tested.If my sin is your sin.But, hear me out, sir..
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i was not scared of dyingbut to truly livefucking terrified meand, yet, i made the decisionto do it anywayand that’s when I knewI was brave the blood& the bones
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if you ever bite the bulletwith conviction and trembling teethpassing the pain to the bodies in your wakeI hope you’ll be kind enough to save a round for me LL
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At first, it was jealousy. Of course. I know this emotion so well. Stemming from insecurity, comparison the thief and men who broke the trust in me but, when I thought about it, really thought it through I decided… You two were made for each other. I imagined your time would be spent looking in
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it was in the raw dirty deeds of life where I found my humanity LL
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i am the explosionin slow motionfiring pinlong gonefingers pressed inknuckles whitegripping the leverself preservationprolongedinevitablyfailfailure failing4 secondsa lifetimehuman incendiarythe bombthat destroys fucking everythingfrom clip to detonation my dash my life my reservation ashes embers debris gone the blood& the bones
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an explosionin slow motionfiring pinlong gonefingers pressed inknuckles whitegripping the leverselfpreservationprolongedinevitablygrasp failsand I have failed4 seconds a lifetime an eternityknowingi am the bombthat destroys everythingbut what I didbetweenthe pulling of the clipand detonationi pray is how they’ll remember me the blood& the bones
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his scythe takes many formsdeath sits on his handslike worn in glovesand even without removing themI ache for his touchkeep your men of good deedsand send me the onewho understandsviolent negotiationsI crave not the angelI want the Reaper the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 