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Eleanor Rigby Oct 2018
If only I could collect the rain,
Put it in a jar
And take it to God.

Then I would say,
Here, I found your tears,
They made the soil breath.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Oct 2018
Spilling your coal black insides
In coal black ink,
Into a snow white sheet.

Your twisted coal black
Little cunning friends
All have the same breath.

Some are demons,
Some are whispers,
And one of them is death.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2018
Dishonest wine
Goes straight to my brain
And tells me "I love you."
That's what you are.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2018
She tries
With her wing in a cast
To flutter and take off
But gravity
Pulls her from the core
And smashes
her wing
Against the ground
Her cast shuttered
And her wing free.


- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2018
You run your fingers
Over my smooth skin
And turn every bare part
That you touch
Into little shivers
And into little fragments
Of forever.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2018
Death
Is
Her
Little
Unholy
Friend.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2018
Times moves
Like waves.

It comes and goes,
Elongates and
shrinks.

It doesn't exist.


-- Eleanor
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