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Lvice Jul 2017
This girl
Who talks about honesty
Like it grows out
Of a crack in cement.

The flower that blooms
Purely out of spite
And takes what she gives
To herself without another word.

And if she's ever been hated,
She's never noticed.
This girl is beautiful
In her self love.
For my first and truest best friend, I love you girl! Thank you for being the only one to really stay, and the only to understand what a friendship is supposed to be like. Thank you Jasmine, for everything.  
Forever yours,
    Your Jo.
Lvice Jul 2017
I think,
there comes
a point when
the pain is so
great that when
you break it is
peaceful.
Lvice Jul 2017
Is it easier
to breathe
when you
  are empty?
  Jul 2017 Lvice
Seán Mac Falls
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Deep in the cups of your eyes
I drink in the high shot,
Blood of sense sacramental,
Wine and veins piercing
The after loves of morning.

Lost in the reaches of your hair
I have found belonging,
Ambrosial of lark and meadows,
Like some primordial dawn,
Awakening the first lovers.

And our bodies, broke, chalk ****,
Shimmered in ghost of live moon,
Like the one white dove loosed,
Into the holy airs of flaming hope,
Above blue tranquil seas of peace.

The ocean slid with our rowings
And the air, so sweetly uncatched,
Moaned in moist heat of breeze,
Drunk in an ever last of new hunger,
Under all the heavens we plunged.
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