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HER ROSE. BEAUTIFUL, DIVINE. HIS HEART. GILDED, FAUX. FRAGILE INSIDE, STEEL OUTSIDE IS HE. HER THORNS PIERCE HIM, BLEEDING THE PORCELAIN INSIDE. CRIMSON FLOWERS BLOOM FROM HIS EYES AND HER ROOTS HOLD HIM BY HIS THROAT.

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC

aporia-writes

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HER ROSE. BEAUTIFUL, DIVINE. HIS HEART. GILDED, FAUX. FRAGILE INSIDE, STEEL OUTSIDE IS HE. HER THORNS PIERCE HIM, BLEEDING THE PORCELAIN INSIDE. CRIMSON FLOWERS BLOOM FROM HIS EYES AND HER ROOTS HOLD HIM BY HIS THROAT.

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i. he is void veins lined with steel and bone quiet, locked away she steps into his world and fills a hole in his chest ii. her musings are silk a siren's song unto the eternal night she slips into his skin seamlessly and she colored him blue as the sun fell, so did his walls iii. his words are concrete hardened by scourge and struggle cracked hands caress soft skin and he colored her grey and she only smiled iv. she is color decorated in feather and light she, mystical and divine paints his world a magnificent blue he too fills a hole in her chest v. it is time he, ethereal and scintillating paints his world a beautiful yellow she slips out of his skin taking a piece of him with her vi. he is void once again veins now soft and smooth there is a hole in his chest but this time it's painted blue

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC

aporia-writes

darkness unto light

i. he is void veins lined with steel and bone quiet, locked away she steps into his world and fills a hole in his chest ii. her musings are silk a siren's song unto the eternal night she slips into his skin seamlessly and she colored him blue as the sun fell, so did his walls iii. his words are concrete hardened by scourge and struggle cracked hands caress soft skin and he colored her grey and she only smiled iv. she is color decorated in feather and light she, mystical and divine paints his world a magnificent blue he too fills a hole in her chest v. it is time he, ethereal and scintillating paints his world a beautiful yellow she slips out of his skin taking a piece of him with her vi. he is void once again veins now soft and smooth there is a hole in his chest but this time it's painted blue

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[WENDIGO] SHE WILL KISS THE MONSTER YOU HAVE BECOME— SLIDE HER TONGUE INTO THE THICKETS OF YOUR MOUTH, HEEDLESS TO THE INEVITABILITY OF CUTTING HER STRAWBERRY LIPS ON THE SERRATED BLADES OF YOU TEETH. SHE IS SUMMER AND YOU ARE THE SNOWCONE SHE ***** DRY. BOY OF DRY LEAVES AND DEAD GIRLS: YOU STILL TASTE GOOD WITH HER BLOOD ON YOUR CHIN.

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aporia-writes

Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC

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[WENDIGO] SHE WILL KISS THE MONSTER YOU HAVE BECOME— SLIDE HER TONGUE INTO THE THICKETS OF YOUR MOUTH, HEEDLESS TO THE INEVITABILITY OF CUTTING HER STRAWBERRY LIPS ON THE SERRATED BLADES OF YOU TEETH. SHE IS SUMMER AND YOU ARE THE SNOWCONE SHE ***** DRY. BOY OF DRY LEAVES AND DEAD GIRLS: YOU STILL TASTE GOOD WITH HER BLOOD ON YOUR CHIN.

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