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The pain on my skin
Imagery, the people
Fingers grasp crudely
Scraping the surface with their stress
Possess, possess
“You belong to my caress, powerless”
Enclosed between the damp flesh,
a gaze and an expectation higher.
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Caught
"He didn't respond to her question for a long time, weighing whether he should tell her his tory, or whether he should say silent and remain a mystery to her - a mystery that she would eventually tire of trying to solve.
The thought made him feel crushingly alone."
Goddes of the Rose - P.C. Cast
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The feeling of waking up
It’s enough
You keep a chest filled with pride
Desiring
To flow like the tide
Oh give free reign to a fickle mind
I don’t require saving
And neither do you
Know me
Just know who I am.
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In love with the wrong world.
Version A
John butches Rose
“Prettiest are
the circles, when you squint your eyes.”
There
through the trees across the meadow.
Your breath running along with
your senses, somehow gone adrift.
Marvelling, with that childlike grace.
“Prettiest is,
the grass waving with a golden hand”
Giving you direction.
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Much longer in this soundless place, and I will turn into one...
Queen or crowns.
Queen or crowns.
Queen or crowns.
"I might as well be," he whispered, flicking the coin with his thumb. "I might as well... "
Be invisible.
He heard his breath stop.
Queen.
He picked the coin up as tenderly as if it were a love token, gazing at her face.
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"But alas, that was his way. Stan always managed to keep one foot firmly placed in dung. He would try like hell to pull it out. He would pull and tug, straining with everything he had. His foot would slowly come loose from the filth and lift in the air, and then Stan would notice that his other foot was now firmly entrenched in another pile of dung ( Read more... )
