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In the language of fleurs, you are my withered white rose. Transient and out of reach. Yet, if I had things my way I’d show you hues of red pass..
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before golden sun and silver moons, my chest bled red. To a Venus, here I lie
for you, seeking the whispers which held me here. A delusion somewhere ..
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Shortly after, tears fall gently in reverse, small porcelain hands reached upward. "Kiss me, touch me, with sweet lilac scented fingers," pleads rang...
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Drunk off your kisses, I drown in a crimson drink ...I shatter like white porcelain upon obsidian tile.Then breaths, my breaths, become jagged. But, I..
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Continuation of anthology of shadows."Amuse me once," she'll murmur, with emerald cat's eyes. Yet, too far gone will you be for it's the freedom of th..
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This was something composed While listening to Fly me to the moon~Doris Day. It makes me think it's possible to obtain a dream out of reach.
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this was written in response to a muse I found. I wanted to capture the feeling of first love... the feeling that you need that fantasy before you, t..
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This was written with regards, to how love has been built by warmth, and ice. It's so sweet the first time, but as it fades it freezes over all that y..
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This was written for my temperate muse A. I've been long bothered with thoughts of A, and because of that I find myself far too detached. If Anything,..
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This was written with thoughts which regard love. Every time I think about it, my mind pulls up the image of a waltz being performed. Both parties are..
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