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The absence of work deactivates faith.
- SYL
 Sep 2018
Tristan Brown
I told her to breathe
but she refused to listen.
Reminds me of me.
 Sep 2018
Crow
“you leave me breathless” she sighed, as their lips parted
“then take mine” he offered “all I have is yours”
Wanted to try something different
 Sep 2018
raphæl
drawn against the flame
she lends me her broken limbs
an earthly musk breaks
the stars brought before my eyes
a fleeting insanity
 Sep 2018
touka
that
which is breathed,
and blown

well
do not exhale me a soul

exile me
to the cold

impinging
sinking, stinging
pity

no

be brief;
be terse

without a kindness to me

cast me off;
trade the scald
for the scoff

no mercy

leave

go, love
go and love
at the cost of me
destined, empty
linger, singing
like the limping thrush
caught under the cat tongue
of nicotine
numbing
throbbing
thrashing in the blood
 Sep 2018
raphæl
white silver bullets
barrage the trees and buildings
in chaotic sound
despite our defense constructs
everything falls to the ground
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