Writing

My heart, you'd never notice it, but it's firmly sawed in two. Not that you would ever care, but both halves belong to you.

Yesterday I was one god swamped by a pantheon. Our clay children pined for justice while imagining us wielding it behind the stars. Locked away ..

Admiring her from afar would have to be enough

how astute of you to mention death the ripening of your thoughts bloomed into bloodflowers halcyon nothingness withering on your tongue as ni..

the other feminine mystique

you are the nonsensical part of me trying to shut you down, I only give you what you need for my destruction it only makes it burn bright..

So I've been pining pretty hard for this guy for a long while...

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