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skeleton leaf rests,

veins trace whispers of autumn,

time pressed between lines.
A special bookmark I have.
beats are pulsing through lit eyes
that see amber
coated in a hand
that looks like honey
underneath the
yellow streetlights
a small head sticks out a
moving car window
on a still darkened evening
the only sound the
soft wind
and
the endless haunting unknown
"Everything Blue" from "Fauxllennium" gave me this one.
 Dec 2024 Jace Albine
Emma
Guilt
 Dec 2024 Jace Albine
Emma
Would you still love me if the night spoke my sin,

if the ash of my mistake clung to our bodies,

if the wind carried whispers of my guilt

and our skin bore the scent of shattered stars—

would your hands still gather me from the void?
 Nov 2024 Jace Albine
Liana
Sitting on my cozy chair
With my blanket
And on top it it
My cat

It's the first time
I've ever used the fireplace
Since we moved to this house
It's wonderful
I wish to have a fire every night

If only
My mind would be as calm as the fire
And as bright
A good note that solved all the problems of the world
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