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writerReader Jan 2015
there was an old man
he wore a billowing cape
ebony his eyes
writerReader Jan 2015
soft sobs were pelting the door.
the oak was crumbling to ash
writerReader Jan 2015
love
love is a fire
i keep my hand in the flame
while it licks my fingers

i enjoy the pain
even while i burn

not even the dirt can douse it
rather
it feeds the animal and lets it go higher

love is not cage rather like the sand.
slipping through my fingers
as i clutch it harder
writerReader Jan 2015
my eyes are black.
but I see in shades of red

vibrant is the world
but so am I

everything is green but I can't see it

my lips are blue and so am i
but fire hasn't melted the ice

why should i freeze when i could burn?

why is the fire finally crying
finally feeling the pain of burning
steam burns too
  much worse

you never see it coming

and the shadows are too cold
but i was burning
the sun is scorching but
alone i freeze
writerReader Jan 2015
I like to eat cake
a person once died for cake
I want to eat cake

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