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fusels
fusels
the sun reflected / on a sharp blade / i am no longer searching
you are killing me I am glad I don’t have to do that by myself
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
lunatic
you are the cut that bleeds the longest you are the wound that never heals you are the hickey I desperately cover and still hurts in a perpetual sting you are the scratching that turned into a bruise you are my face all black and blue you are juliet’s deathlike sleep you are romeo’s poisoned lips you are the pain that never ceases you are the demons in my dreams you are the blade tearing my skin apart you are the knife deadly crossing my heart you are my failing lungs gasping for air you were desire you are despair
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
la petite mort
hate is a strong word but, yes I hate you
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
this could’ve been a haiku
i am as deep as my ****** is and my ***** has been reading shakespeare from the age of 6
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
a very much feminine matter