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biskut-1
They're all wips. Liable to change with each refresh.
Unwrap me I am a gift A brazier radiant in the dark Redeem me Before I burn myself up.
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May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 9:51 AM UTC
Combustion
I said my goodbyes Wherefore then, this surprise This unannounced monsoon In my eyes Oh this? It's just the dead Rising every now and then To haunt the undead
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Sep 14, 2022
Sep 14, 2022 at 1:37 PM UTC
Fragile
I was looking for you I found you Explored you Lived with you Knew you Too well. I'm still looking for you.
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Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
Mirage
If you could write me And I could sing you No world outside Would intrude
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 4:04 AM UTC
Days
My heart hurts An implacable stormfront Elephant goad driving To abased shame Older much, wiser a bit Don't chafe at it Swim through and with Not against. Yearning to float, to drown Once more, in limpid warmth Chase and catch forest flame In scalded hand What you would embrace Is lost This half pierced thorn A sore ...a scabbed waif Bathe it, home it This stray tortoiseshell Acquiesce to her reign Her comfortable disdain And you perhaps, Will learn peace.
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May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
Enlightenment
To two lone wolves Baying together at the midnight moon.
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
A toast
Why does broken heart Taste of grit on the tongue
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
Untitled
I need you to lift As a shroud Off my being.
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
Untitled
Bared myself to you yesterday Today I cloak me from you and the world
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
Retreat
Of hurts translucent Washed threadbare soft Of sorrows scrubbed sheer I swaddlings make Pleading with my stubborn gaze That will not tear From your strange, stilled form. One last dirge, I croon 'fore I cocoon you love, in this weave-- May it keep you warm. Cradle close in grieving arm Safe from all bruise Dash no more 'gainst stone rampart Sleep now, my tattered heart. The leave is took. Passengered in gentle palm little bird, now ascend --to the back of the topmost shelf. There, in steel chest You will rest Expunged from my breast. There are heartless Who are cruel And there are the bereaved Who walk, heartless among us.
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
The bereaved