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i spend my days torn between grace and exquisite bloody rage LLthe blood & the bones
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Do you look for me? On streets bustling with bodies on their way to wherever people with 9-5 purpose and happy hour plans have to be, a flash of blue. Was that her? Couldn’t of been… Scanning the book store for new words to devour finding yourself on the folklore aisle hoping to come across…
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I sat straight up in bed.. You know, like they do in movies but never in reality. But, I did. Bolt upright, like someone jerked imaginary chains from the ceiling embedded into my chest. From slumber to staring into a pitch black room. And all I could hear was an echo that said .. I…
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I am made up of three… Poet, Lover and Mother. I cannot give you everything as I am still sorting that out myself but here is some of what I know… Part 1: The Poet I write all day…. In my head, voice notes, on my blog, in my journal, scraps of paper, on my…
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You are gone But these messages Baby girl, come see me when I get home Your voice a drug Morphine I feen for you Just one more time but who am I kidding I will listen to you cum On repeat The yeah, the sigh, the happiness, the defeat Cannot delete Infiltrated my ears, my…
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he went off to warfull kitfull heartunder foreign starsI am laid on my backon cool grasswondering if Venuswas the first one he’d see tooor if he lies down on sandor a dirty floortaking his last breatha universeaway from mealways wonderinghas the reaper arrivedis this the last nightfor my warrior to ride day after daysilent tormentmust…
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they are delicate flowers I am a sledgehammer LL
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You can’t say you love the rain then get upset when you get caught in it Can’t say you crave fire then get mad when it burns You’re either living or dying Standing still or flying Love hard, live wild Even when it hurts
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And 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 mirrors and comparing your list of accolades … You’d have competitions to see who loved themselves more. And then fight over who was more more… Aesthetically pleasing…
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to desire the flesh is a temporary craving satiated by touch often gone just after the last thrust but to covet the heart to have passion for one’s mind is to feel your soul get fucked a hunger never satisfied like bloodlust one encounter is not enough and i see them beg for your attention…
