earth tones
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reversing lies
They say we’ll have snow tomorrow, it is unlikely. The trees have been saying spring is coming, is what I thought, but then I looked outside and there you were. Those flakes covered the earth, and I never felt so pure.
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lilith, you’re Éloa
You plucked one of my roses pierced each freckle of mine until your thorns embedded my skin Didn’t I have this same dream? This same dream darling, that you had come back- come back to me Kissed me quite insane until I’m flushing; coming, going, and yearning for spiders twinged with lilies…
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learning the blues
I plucked one of your roses needle pricking my skin crimson just as red as those petals You told me It’s not time yet I wait for spring to come almost as much as you crave winter It’s in those moments that your heart grows warmer icicles latched to your skin…
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Demeter’s Skies
It has stopped raining, but around us there’s thunderstorms and hail, and you- you are the holder of it all. You slip your lips against my own, dominating skies, controlling winds like you have strings attached to them. When we break away it’s with reluctance. A sliver of the sun showing through obsidian clouds, and…
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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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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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drowning
I like the way you sound when you’re beating down atop my hooded head Hollowed out noise making up an orchestra But I like it better when those drops lift my chin up When icy winds carrying me you make me drown
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falling
Pink blush settles on my sun melting roses on the rise if only I could be one of those fallen petals
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snowflakes
You are painted alabaster your tendrils reach down webbed like spiders and they ensnare me
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erosion
Do you ever think about it? Do you think about that taste, you ever crave that essence. When I think about it, I feel like dew drops first kissing the desert sand. Miles of rattled dust turning into silt, waters rushing- rustling my skin. I feel on fire.
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Roses Dipped in Desire
There was something in the air that day, like roses tinged with hunger. Pretty red petals the color of her lips when she walked up to me and uttered her name. I hadn’t heard a thing, only sensed that quiet calm air around her and the shape of her name echoing off of those…
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inadequate winds
Where are you during these times I have been thinking of you constantly the winter wind seems to stop for nobody not even us I’m envious of that space vast currents possibly kissing your skin I am missing you terribly
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Pickpocketing danger
The sunflowers have no smell to them this year- they reek of frost and desolation. Putrid yellow tendrils tangling with the Earth. I am waiting for them to ravish this planet. To bear destruction that they so often bring. Their demeanor gives one a sense of amour, flushed happiness hiding its true intent. I…
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flurry
They say it’s going to snow here after those seventy two hours of constant rain I was afraid the earth was going to be swallowed up Now it will be blanketed in white pillage swarming beneath our feet How funny it is that dew drops turn into sprinkles concrete melts…
Éloa 