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Your initials are somewhere on my wall lonely with time’s layers I’ve coated you like a pearl to lessen the hurt with each si..

An Essay I wrote Sophomore year

You must be somewhere between frost and fire the way you dangle me, hopelessly tangled up in wire, weaving and breathing our shared air in ..

To myself.

Bit of fanfiction. Jareth/Older Toby

Draw your own conclusions from my sorrow.

About a moth's unrequited love for fire.

It's about humanity getting over it's damn self and realizing that each and every one of us is a masterpiece.

Basically a "Don't cross me" poem.

A strand of her remained clinging to the bathroom tile. A single hair from her untamed mane caught his eye and meanwhile, clinging to the bathro..