![allurement](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
do you believe in the magic of the universeand the way the trees talk when the wind holds them,how the stars close their eyes when the sun wakes up,wh..
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![antique](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
undress the flesh from my bones and think about how pretty I look when I'm exposed,how I look like a freshly stretched canvas when my scars are up on ..
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![the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empty](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
sometimes I think of you when I'm entwined in the vines that grow in my head,when they spill from the garden in which they were sownand strangle me wi..
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![burning bridges.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
smog lingered above the ground,waves crashed into the walls,two white liars stood a sea apart.a hand held a torchat the end of the bridgeand the piers..
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![the danger in playing with fire.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
he thought he had smothered my fire,but there was gasoline on his tongueand embers in his fist.still, he was too dim to seethat I am a matchand hate i..
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![the place where beautiful things go to die.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
petals in a white room;pale hues dripping from stems,falling to the floor with grace,landing only with a soft whisper.on the sill I linger,exhaling sm..
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![hell sure does feel a lot like home.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
flames danced around the room,painting silhouettes on the wall.a masquerade of phantoms chantverses of solace to the crowded corridor.the deafening cr..
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![of fire and ice.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
the words dripped from their fingertipsand froze before they hit the ground,shattering into bitter shards that pierced my skin.the blood seeped from m..
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