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sandywords
18/F/everywhere
i feel safe with words i know words i can create i am terrified     --of yours.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
what will you say
i think i have lost all my responsibilities to my dreams. they drift away at night upwards towards the sun towards the light that burns them to dust just to be made into another north star for me to chase.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
the reckless dreamers
your mouth creates hurricanes when all that fiery anger erupts straight upwards through the icy oceans within your stomach filled from mental tears upwards off your lips those destructive hurricanes are not supposed to make landfall on this body.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
a natural disaster of your words
in just one day i think about so much that i really dont have time to think at all.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
its crowded up there
im addicted to you like cigarettes and nicotine a flame surviving off chemicals you make me burn down to the bud to the ash to the wind then you’re gone.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
not about smoking
these past years i've grown steel scales sprouted wings and learned to breath fire baby i've become a dragon to fight all this darkness but somewhere along the way i blocked out the light too. now i'm just a dragon with a heart a little too large.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
let's hide beneath the ribcage of a dragon
i know a man who steals. slowly slipping treasures into those darkened pockets of a trenchcoat with no soul.   tumbling down deeper, further into an endless abyss so that if i ever may find him and reach into those pockets my fingers will reach out and merely graze the felted sides and the emptiness below. he will flash a crooked smile with eyes full of mischief and simply laugh at my endeavor, "girl, those arms of yours will never grow again never be able to grasp all that you seek." and as tricky as he may be he will fail to see the strength that hides in this heart of mine. a spirit that tears the stitching of a conniving crook's pocket from his very own coat. everything of mine once stolen -- my happiness -- my imagination -- my willpower will soon be returned as it was many years before. the man's name was age.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
thieves of time