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rory-maclure
rory-maclure
i brought to you a leaf, the last green leaf of summer. hidden small within my hand, before the trees went under. i brought to you a leaf, the last green leaf of summer. keep it near, watch it close, it will not last forever.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Summer Leaf
some day you'll meet a boy who will love you as i do and that love will scorch the breath from your lungs and bring you to your knees. his love will tear at your breast and dare the cold to touch the skin that he has claimed. his love will be a fierce thing. it will scream with bared teeth and red rimmed eyes, as storms are wont to do when trapped inside something so small as a heart.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
Love is a storm
i can feel you, you know, lodged in there. your weight is throwing me off balance, is there nowhere else you can be? my shadow is heavy with you. look how it's hunching its shoulders. maybe I could smoke you out as I walk through the park, cigarette in hand. leave you caught in the branches waiting in the dew for some other poor soul, some other poor fool i could lock you out, shove you back to where it's black and dead. cut off save the window i leave open in case you get cold at night what do you think? careful now, you always were vicious. your bite amatory careful now, not so deep if it runs too quick i can't get it all down my hands are shaking so i've smudged it here and there but look how the words shine red.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Red
My joints ache. They are cold and still, tired from lack of use. My joints ache to hold you, to enfold you into the cracks between my bones. Between my bones there is space where you would fit. My joints ache. Hunching, they are crude in contrast, rough in comparison to your own. They creak and groan as they act out this dance, almost forgotten steps slow to form. My joints ache.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
My Joints Ache
For let's be honest, I am too close and too far away from the blueprint that you wish for. I know you inside and out and so know that the boxes I tick are not the bones you want to hold. I know you to your soul and so know, unfailingly and heart wrenchingly that I will never be the one who you will wake beside and share that feeling, that contact when both people have woken but are yet unwilling to speak.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Blueprint