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fluttered steps
follow me follow me down the path to diamond pentagons and glowing spheres we travel we’ve been traveling so far but that road leads to somewhere it takes so long it has been years my feet are trembling yet there you go – go off fluttering
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red, ripe lips
Ripe ripe, red lips The flush of blood that accompanies your skin a chambered globose perfectly bruised ripened for the picking I only miss you when I see you like this With fibers creasing into your folds lips slack with nothing to show but red ravenous servility
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falling, fallen
You taste better without nourishment numb buzzing and filling my veins confusing reality with delusions How long will it be until you miss me until you call on me again beckon me with clear vials- -misshapen canteens misconstrued truths- It doesn’t take much to fall into submission
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unraveled
Is it possible- darling is it possible for this thread to disappear? How is it that this crimson burns obsidian, tearing hatred into our hearts. We are already miles apart. There is nothing left that could happen, yet why is it, we are straying further away from each other. I feel as if I’m…
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tides of seasons
Rain drops cease where do you go when it’s not winter anymore where are you when spring calls for you
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touching galaxies- unformidable
The cylinders ring severing limbs as their calling plagues of diseases —a short walk to the other side only a handful of leaded tubes keeping you grounded
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swinging slow, pendulum
It’s all a little bit too much- even just thinking about it chokes me up. The thought causing me to suffocate. I hardly know what I’m doing- swinging left and right; a lifeless cradle. The weight of this lever sinks heavy into my gut. Pushing one sphere too far out, frazzled jabs, striking a force…
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three days
That crow is coming it squawks so loud that beacon of death I know you are here for me I can tell in the way black clouds follow you Chasing plagues I would have rather had the darkness I would have rather felt nothing be nothing
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muddled minds
Numbness has grasped ahold of me thick blankets of obsidian trapped in my mind this is a hellhole
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ensnared
Sappho, you wrote it for her didn’t you? You couldn’t resist when those mahogany eyes landed on yours. They must’ve been the embodiment of the earth, matted soil, yet spring blossoms threaded onto her branches. She would sing her muses to you, put you up on a pedestal, shower you with her praises.…
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you,prisoner
I often think of my inspirations, or my lack thereof, and I wonder why I keep coming back to this place. You are no longer a safe haven for me, you remind me of things they have forgotten about, you keep me trapped. I have been confined by these lines for more than…
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up here, I’m drowning
My dear, I’ve warned you about flying too high, but you never listen to me, much too enamored with my rays. They will burn you. They will be your demise someday. This matter eats me alive, out here where there’s no air. When I look to you, see the wax that’s covering your wings,…
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