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So you make your decision but don't inform the cast. You swallow your tongue and hope they get the point. Time to eat something. No. Time to look at something you could eat. Touch it a little if you like. Arrange it neatly against something else. Perfect. Roll a spliff. Complain to yourself at how thick the green card is nowadays. Roll it between ( Read more... )

Bewitching, it beckons through the storm,
enticing me like sirens song,
to rescue from rock and broken bone,
I drift to you through brine and foam,
to happen on you drinking from the sea.

Reeling you to breath the shore,
where the ocean fills your lungs no more,
making your bed in the sand
that cuts and grazes fragile hands,
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There are strange things in these walls that you cannot see, things that fear, things that hurt.
I've tried to reach out and touch them but they're are like words lingering on the tip of my tongue.
I reach out my hand, and they are gone.

Now I wonder, if I am the one that pushed them off the edge?

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i lick the winds of my own despair
my ghosts echo through the night
maybe i don't need you to rescue me
but it would be lovely if you tried
i scratch at every tawny branch
for a truer word to sooth
but these torn barks don't even feel my grasp
i cry to the moon

and if i'm not faking it
i am nothing

i dress in furs of the deepest red
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