lacus-crystalthornWhisper

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14th of July at half past 2 in the morningYou came into my dreams last night. / I can't recall the details / but I remember you.
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Jul 13, 2013
54% RemainingThe crows spent the entire night on your roof. / They have swallowed the moon, and rested on the curtain. Soil and death lingered on their feet, as if ready to take their final clutch. / I flinched as you lifted the lid. You can almost imagine me down here, I suppose, yellowed by the hanging street light which warmth had abandoned after fireflies found a sanctuary in its suspended cold feet. I'm afraid I can only last until morning, but I will still love you until then.
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Apr 19, 2013
73 disappearing windowsThey came again, last night – those women in black suit contrasting the sheet on my back. / One of them was holding a tray; the other was pushing a cart. All in all there were three women, one with a tray and one with a cart. The sight of the clattered metal made me shudder; the coldness crawled from my neck down to my spine. It was rusty and ****** and somber in that dimness of the endless corridor outside. / I, however, cannot tell those things inside the cart. I wouldn’t want to. No one will believe me. If I do so, they will hurl me in that room then wrap a cold, unfeeling machine round my head and fire indiscriminate gunshots. No. I will not. I cannot. They wouldn’t believe me. They will chain me, call me mad and electrify me while guaranteeing nonsense.
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Aug 23, 2013
Above and Around"I don't want this to end," he whispered. / "It will end," I exhaled. / Inevitably.
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Mar 30, 2013
A couple of apple pie with cinnamonIn nights like this / I wish to be near you. / I'll tuck you in and
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May 17, 2016
Against the world outside*I am holding you tightly to my chest, / my beating heart.* / My ears pressed against the fabric of your clothes.
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Aug 21, 2013
Alexander around the Spiral StairCareer, in his mind, is just a 20th century invention. My admiration seared when he admitted that he doesn't want one. So unlike a typical human being, that man. Four months later, they found his lifeless body in the Alaskan wilderness. / I could have married him, you know? I could have run away with him beyond the edge of the world - two hunted individuals leaving the stereotypical expectations of this stereotypical society. We could have had children, you know, whose names would be very strange, like the sound of the ocean in its sheer stillness or the explosion of its raging waves. / You know what made him beautiful, among all the others? His act of defiance. Most men that ever existed are coward *************
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Apr 23, 2013
All shadows and I'm all secretsI was exhausted and / you could have been my comfort / but you chose not to notice me.
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Mar 19, 2016
And Again*December arrived / and knocked on the door. / And I slumped on the chair
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Nov 30, 2013
And Fear will lose its gripWhile the afternoon is glum / I would draw my chair / and write my verse.
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Jul 15, 2015
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