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it will burn ache bleed I will pick the wound over and over and it will cause chaos in me but i promise you I fucking swear it will never win LL the blood & the bones
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an explosionin slow motionI held the clip fingers pressed in knuckles white prolonged self preservation but inevitablymy grip will failand I will be the bomb that destroys me LL
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please don’t leave we need you LL
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A guy once told me last that I looked like October and I have to say that was one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received. Because, if October were a person, it would be me. I don’t mean just the spooky bits.. but the complexity, the changing colors, the cool nights and warm days..…
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I am not delicatenot like they say I should be becausethere is a hungera longing in mefor theprimalimpactragein your awakeningwet inner thighstremblingachingwaitingfor you to give into itand take medesire beyond controlturningmy skin intopurple and goldcalloused handson velvet skinfingers wrappedso fucking tightlybecomingmy favorite adornmentmaking me feelso pretty no, I am not delicateand I don’t want to…
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I watch the phone as it rings. I don’t press any buttons. Your number memorized. I wait and I wait until the sound stops. And then the world turns again. But the truth is.. I want to hear your voice. I want to say yes, ok, let’s runaway. I want to get lost in the…
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I believe that I am good inherently intentionally and in spite of this well worn handle and ever sharpened blade a weapon in waiting and paused violent momentum gripped firmly like an eager lover by my side LL
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sadness like arachnoids so many legs creeping up my skin holding hands with my depression my self suppression my loneliness they bit and burrowed spun webs between my deeps within someday, I fear they will break out aggressively spinning cocooning me in their silky cage and on that day the spiders will win LL
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I see him walk across the parking lot.. It’s 7 am and he’s stopping to get a gas station coffee. Most of the time, he’s got the walk perfected. Something he was taught long ago about how a man carries himself. Confident, shoulders back, ready to face the day… But you can’t hide tired eyes.…
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i am the afternoon stormon a summer dayslippery raindripping down your skingetting caught in meunexpectedlysoaking youbathing youin this feelingpouring over youwashing you cleanwarm and wetsinkinginto itas you let goas you release LLthe blood & the bones
