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I am not your ghost. Swallow my liver like I’m a fire demon and hold it hostage in your mutable citadel. Your hearth is my life is my home is my prison. Don’t expect my bile to turn into diamonds. You should have taken my heart when offered. You could have crushed carbon and soil, resilient and fresh. I might be a meteoroid but I am clever enough to know when I’m being caught or when I’m being torn asunder. Go back and tell me not to find you.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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I am not your ghost. Swallow my liver like I’m a fire demon and hold it hostage in your mutable citadel. Your hearth is my life is my home is my prison. Don’t expect my bile to turn into diamonds. You should have taken my heart when offered. You could have crushed carbon and soil, resilient and fresh. I might be a meteoroid but I am clever enough to know when I’m being caught or when I’m being torn asunder. Go back and tell me not to find you.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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