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 Aug 2017 chloe james
unknown
i thought it's gone,
i thought it's done,
but my love for you,
grows in every little thing you do.

i know you'll ruin my world,
yet i faced it being so bold,
the love i had for you have a little bit of hate,
hate for making me fall so hard, my classmate.
ig: seluriing
twt: seluring
fb: seluring
follow meeeeee!
Clear and round
Emerge from cloud
And rise slowly to the sky
You give the splendour to the sky
In the moon light thee
Provide a chillness to me
You are saving the flag of
Solace, against the wrote sun
Same time different direction
You are wandering through the heaven
Moon is a part of nature's beauty.
The rising and seeing of moon is beautiful  to see....
Is there something that I love
Everything about it
Yes my children
And that should be enough
But is there something else
Or could it just be anything
As if anything is truly just enough
It's not tactical or cunning
It could be the right moment
But what happens then
First it doesn't last
Then you remember
And it grows in importance
It becomes a story
The part that is yours alone
And you were
Did it feel empty
Or full of who you are
Because you have to be something
To mean something
To someone else
 Aug 2017 chloe james
neko-nae
mother moon–

your radiance glimmers
like fireflies between blankets
of jealous clouds, fighting
for your affections,


but you don’t mind–

that scandalous smile
as you part the suitors,
your brilliant figure dances free
to light up the night,


no fear–
The moon is the mother we all look up to.
 Aug 2017 chloe james
King Panda
the morning sky
performs a hot dance of rain.
ever-growing lime washes away,
white and sour mistaken
by some noses as
aromatics.
a season
of ever-ending frost
absent from windows
and misty
misty
journey
through the rain
without an umbrella.

rain jilts
its luscious sun-lover
behind clouds.
it beheads drops into
the thin morning air
only to be crushed
by the sidewalk.

this excites the worms
who unearth themselves
like fishing-bait zombies.
the worms are then eaten
by the birds who brave
the rain and the slick
sidewalk, once baptized,
now eats their ****.

I step in a puddle
with my rain boots.
there are holes in their
heels, and I feel
my skin start to crinkle.
I think of you
for the first time in sky water
unsubmerged
docked
landed
and lean in
to the liquid veil.
 Aug 2017 chloe james
Shay
And by starving and purging my body - driven by a need to be thin,
I only end up feeding and giving life to the demons within
that haunt my mind and crawl beneath my skin.
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