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Reminding in long wisps
of memory, ceasing
when touched.
It's cold now and
I've forgotten my boots,
moisture leaks inside.
The taste of your b..
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where text and search engines determine the outcome of your searching telling you, no, youarelooking for this. correction. grammatical error, youmeant..
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I want a smoke so bad I can feel it in my veins,
I can taste the ash in my heart. I know I am deteriorating
under stress, under all those cliche
th..
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Loving forever and
laying in bed, warm, tired, content.
Round lips encompassed with scruff
that tickles my chin
reading Tolstoy almost too q..
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Cold melting mornings
first bitter frost of
the year. First frost
to take flight and cover
all in. White. Lilies.
That line the circumference
of..
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I am trying to find the
soul. The lost soul
I'd like to call my own.
Nails chipped black, those
nails gripping
and incise
the feelings we al..
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longing to be
ribbons of smoke
spiraling from your mouth
so perfect and animated
formless and smooth
needing intake
every hour
without you
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Then eye thought the meaning ambiguous.
The world, the shadows were strewn in forums alarming
wind and lost poured in parts and divided, to find, ..
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He was bleeding. A warm pool of blood collected around his body. Somehow, only a small portion of it was his. Mostly, the dark, sticky liquid was ..
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this is terrible, but a writing none the less.
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