nissa-arsenicWhisper

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My Red Bedroom DoorWe lied there, between her sheets, / finger painting on each others skin. / and then she kissed me for the first
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SuicideBleak bones crumble to snow covered soil, / Flesh floret wilted flower, / Empty bottle blood sinks,
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ZombieAn army of darkness dripping of blood, hunting for us, with throbbing hunger and aching eyes. reaching for our brains. The dead is walking pretending to be alive, blackening the world with our ashes. So refuge from the death that surrounds us all and live while you still can, otherwise join them.
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Giving Back to TerraMorning forms, freshly rinsed and clean, / Virescent willow wood perfume, wild and despair, / New earth soil sent liquid sage and spruce,
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A poem for SarahPink light / fresh sent / candle lit
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I miss youPleasant shades of pink and purple flowing through my conscious mind today. / I love my puppy and the snow and my heart and my brain. / I love sharing Oxytocin, the green on the ground and burnt sienna in the eyes...
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TypewriterMy body is a typewriter. / There are starving scrolls hidden in my hollow bones / and sable blood that paints my rib cage broken sentences
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The wolf and II like that I keep things hidden beneath my solar wolf flesh / and that I have organic pages filled with black howls / of melted moons and star dust that no one can encode
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Wasting away.When I sing to corvines to slumber, / I wish I could carve out my heart, / engrave it into a rose and rock it gently to sleep.
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Gia WillowHer skin is old and soft / Her face creased with salicin / She stands isolated on her bed, peering to the world
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