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a distinct feature in my appearance would be the bags under my eyes; i remember staying up until my bones quiver under the bewitching spells of the moon’s forgotten raving sonatas, enticing enough to cradle an iota of dejected sentiments from centuries and centuries ago. i remember looking up at the night sky until my eyes flicker from dust to ashes, burning the crevices of every wall i built, graveyards broken down to match the unmatched bleakness of the ignominious sorrow peeking out of the corner of your soles. i remember laying down, not once had silence became overbearing that i could hear the faintest brush of a weightless feather falling from a tainted nest, aching to meet its pernicious lover. i remember closing my eyes, shifting everything elsewhere; still, i dread the feeling of compunction emerging deep from the landmines of mistakes that i had claimed as my home and my shelter. but this, i could never forget: i remember being envious of you; how you do not lay awake at night, wondering if things could have been better.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
ungodly hours
a distinct feature in my appearance would be the bags under my eyes; i remember staying up until my bones quiver under the bewitching spells of the moon’s forgotten raving sonatas, enticing enough to cradle an iota of dejected sentiments from centuries and centuries ago. i remember looking up at the night sky until my eyes flicker from dust to ashes, burning the crevices of every wall i built, graveyards broken down to match the unmatched bleakness of the ignominious sorrow peeking out of the corner of your soles. i remember laying down, not once had silence became overbearing that i could hear the faintest brush of a weightless feather falling from a tainted nest, aching to meet its pernicious lover. i remember closing my eyes, shifting everything elsewhere; still, i dread the feeling of compunction emerging deep from the landmines of mistakes that i had claimed as my home and my shelter. but this, i could never forget: i remember being envious of you; how you do not lay awake at night, wondering if things could have been better.
i still love you (always)
#sadderdaze#ungodly#hours
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
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