taylor-marionWhisper

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Father, I have sinnedFather, I have sinned. / Ive compelled myself a mate and painted my body gold, pure and metallic and let him hang me around his lacey neck like a chained noose. / Father, i have sinned.
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Nov 19, 2014
For YouDeep down, there is a pulse. / A weak tremor of an adolescent heart. It loves profoundly and feels passionately. Dreams hopefully. / It may not be as fresh as it was once, but it endlessly and relentlessly aims to redeem itself.
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Nov 19, 2014
The FallWithin slumber, you visit, though much more frantically than usual, but i still view you in a way where you dont bother disguising your grief. / I feel your dead-weight against my shoulder and it frightens me because i know with just one more burden, ill fall flat on my knees. Inferior emotionally like so many times before. / In this world, youre a tyrant, running around asking questions. Your uncertainty cannonballing into the ears of all my peers.
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Aug 3, 2014
BungalowFaint pink. That's the only color interpretation that comes to mind and the first one i see before i open my eyes every morning since we moved in. Since we caved ourselves inside this quaint little bungalow like grizzly bears. / Hibernating and marinating, we shared each others scent, cents, regrets and repents. Lented out love like dollar bills because we are homeless yet sheltered, somehow without a sugar-coated ceiling. Which is okay for us, for sometwos who revel in the occasional, sensual rain of our wooden cabin and the fragrant sunburn of its wick. / Day in and day out, we become ill just so we can give the shirts off our backs to wipe the sick from each other's bodies til we're nurished to health. Routinely follow every direction: lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat. Retreat.
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Jul 22, 2014
The Cold WarSaber words and wordless fighting, all the makings of a war. / Just no resolution at the end, and no one keeping score. / The main objective is the progress of this process, to project all you can muster.
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Jul 14, 2014
Can't do candidA steady post lingers in the distance, reading "Allied Road." It's been abadoned for quite sometime now and the ruins are filled of relics. Dust. / We burned it down together, dont you remember? / With our propane tongues and Zippos the size of patches used to cover one eye.
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Jul 13, 2014
NakedYou wore your pain and insecurity like a heavy coat and judged me for being naked
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Jul 5, 2014
VanityThe mirror needs to / (spend good time self reflecting) / stop staring at *me!*
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Jun 27, 2014
Trust MeTrust, like a seed, must be maintained. / Nurtured with water, with warmth, / Time so it can blossom.
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Jun 27, 2014
LabyrinthI read your letter, or attempted would term it better, it was spoken in a tongue too sharp to make out. / But from what I gathered, to shape sense of the matter, this cryptic labyrinth of blows was written solely to bleed me out. / As if I never understood you before.
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Jun 20, 2014
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