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# Is it wrong to feel it all unfold to want my tongue to peel off the words that have been foretold to let my chest burst open feel the nectar of flowers all find their place within My body's nothing more than a token caught in darkness for far too long my lively swarm has been And oh, the misery I can't let them out The only bliss, you see is when the humming isn't so loud But today my ears can't take the noise my body aches, its been holding and breaking I thought somewhere in all that buzzing I heard a voice But I'm afraid I'm just anothers nest in the making In my dreams I see my bees leaving they all fly away and I can't blame the spider for weaving turning this hive into her own flowery array Soon this place might as well be forgotten for I know nothing about actual flowers and they will all be rotten and there over my lost mind an old tree towers This tree will be my grave I shall be buried alive til something may save the leftovers of my overgrown heart, this bee hive #
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Flowers for a spider
# Is it wrong to feel it all unfold to want my tongue to peel off the words that have been foretold to let my chest burst open feel the nectar of flowers all find their place within My body's nothing more than a token caught in darkness for far too long my lively swarm has been And oh, the misery I can't let them out The only bliss, you see is when the humming isn't so loud But today my ears can't take the noise my body aches, its been holding and breaking I thought somewhere in all that buzzing I heard a voice But I'm afraid I'm just anothers nest in the making In my dreams I see my bees leaving they all fly away and I can't blame the spider for weaving turning this hive into her own flowery array Soon this place might as well be forgotten for I know nothing about actual flowers and they will all be rotten and there over my lost mind an old tree towers This tree will be my grave I shall be buried alive til something may save the leftovers of my overgrown heart, this bee hive #
Blade-Maiden
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33/F/The Sixth Station
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
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