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ghost
There are ghosts that walk amongst this world. They are those who you’ve loved. The ones you have laughed with, others you have cried with. They are amongst this crowd, and it swallows them whole, it tries to refill that hole, but it is of no use. They will stay with you. They have…
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Sunshine Blogger Award
Ah, I don’t even know what to say, I’m truly speechless right now. Thank you so much Kenya for nominating me for this. It means the world to me, honestly I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate this, especially having only just started this blog at the beginning of the year. I didn’t…
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Missing Daisies
What does it feel like to be missed? Is it like looking at the stars and they finally gaze back at you? I imagine it’s like a four leaf clover wanting to be found how winter welcomes spring all the snowflakes kissing tulips Do you miss me? I like…
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A Song for Him
He smelled like an Amy song coupled with shots of bourbon undistinguishable passion I think I might love him like one I think I may have loved him with his tongue tinged in smoke and with his eyes lidded from poison he was no good for me He was the one…
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Nocturne for the Moon
I was in tune with the lilac moon Oh how brightly she shone for me Rippled puddles of plum blossoms, she did lavender riddles of cobblestone trickled twinkles of fixed dust And if I had been lovely on such a night She would let me serenade to her
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layers
She splayed out like coral dust and lavender sheaths Rose water leaves and honeysuckle buds I would have died for a touch
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Poisoned Cadavers
It’s hard to greet you properly- when you won’t let me get the words out. Those invisible strings make it feel like my throat is wrapped tight. There are claws there, I can’t see them, but I can feel them digging into my gut. You won’t let me be free Why won’t you…
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mono-
I would keep you as is Nearly blinding beguiling absolutely bewitching I take you in with hushed breaths Soft curves and plush lips the Erotes would have been jealous I can only describe you with simple words subtle actions You are too sweet for charms You’re like…
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sparks
Perhaps I have dreamed too often of grasping you longing for those subtle stares the moonlight casting in the window while I trace every freckle you hold I wish I could capture all that the moonlight touches roam freely my hands on every inch of your skin it’d be like touching magic
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The Crow (is) Awakening
It rains for days on end here transforming from light pallets to boisterous drops It doesn’t bother the crows they flap those obsidian little wings spurring on tidal waves I’m afraid I might drown here
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velvet-tactility
You could have stopped the moon froze heaven over hell and I still would have loved you
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