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Twining these wings in diversion I've elapsed.. there Is no misreading these wings exhaust breaking away to the milky way moon and dark ivory sea with swaying hips glowing by the glint in a raven vault of heaven .. vapor lanced inside me like a helix and your lambent visage is etched by our waves you endure emptiness with you except the delicate rosey interior you had coveted in the passed you had set free the anchor and forsakened the charity depleted blue reflections grow vaguely in my hand so i bandaged up my box of its battered soul , and i stitched myself shut and i abandoned your escape of memory [ ||. ] hostile. incisive. and sunkened in this entity i revered you will somehow breathe me into exaultaion for the final time -before all else maybe- you and I two serpants intertwine we brutaly encircle as one you are the zeal no more in the act of the dying beat i lay it to rest as you dreamed one of these nights it will shatter skyward it will tred lightly in your inkling in baptizems of sand in torrents of blood ~ in each other languishing missing you. © S.T. Rebel of Eden
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
GONE IN THE INFINITE
Twining these wings in diversion I've elapsed.. there Is no misreading these wings exhaust breaking away to the milky way moon and dark ivory sea with swaying hips glowing by the glint in a raven vault of heaven .. vapor lanced inside me like a helix and your lambent visage is etched by our waves you endure emptiness with you except the delicate rosey interior you had coveted in the passed you had set free the anchor and forsakened the charity depleted blue reflections grow vaguely in my hand so i bandaged up my box of its battered soul , and i stitched myself shut and i abandoned your escape of memory [ ||. ] hostile. incisive. and sunkened in this entity i revered you will somehow breathe me into exaultaion for the final time -before all else maybe- you and I two serpants intertwine we brutaly encircle as one you are the zeal no more in the act of the dying beat i lay it to rest as you dreamed one of these nights it will shatter skyward it will tred lightly in your inkling in baptizems of sand in torrents of blood ~ in each other languishing missing you. © S.T. Rebel of Eden
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Sep 15, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
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