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 Nov 2014 mw
Eleanor Rigby
A Moth
 Nov 2014 mw
Eleanor Rigby
I come from darkness
And such as a moth
Beating itself
To death
Against a flame,
In your arms, I burn
Just the same.


F.Z.N
 Nov 2014 mw
betterdays
new order#10
 Nov 2014 mw
betterdays
one must learn,

time and time again,

to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,

as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.
 Nov 2014 mw
Turn Off The Lights
Being with other people is a skill that I lost
 Oct 2014 mw
Andi Leigh Bradford
#1
 Oct 2014 mw
Andi Leigh Bradford
#1
My rib cage is parted, a bird's nest inside. The
pebbles and sticks guard my lungs. Sparrows
peck at the hollows of my heartstrings and
feast on aortic valves.

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