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May 2016
Ludas: love that is played as a game or sport; conquest
Mania: obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows
Pragma: love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Baby blue, how suiting you were
Such a natural born novice
L o s t

/// NaΓ―ve /// playing in a rose garden
Stabbed by thorns masked in Soft Pink
Such a delicately pieced tragedy

You stupid Little Girl,
How could you not know?
Salt water lips stinging my tongue

Tuscan Sun engulfed by Black
Obsidian snaking though your veins.
Why?
Thoughts intertwining with
Feelings
soon washes the alabaster with cherry

Lost in the abyss of her eyes,
Breaths are heavier
And your body constricts

You bite,
You scratch,
You wale in lusting agony

--- But roses no longer fill your lungs
--- And marigold no longer fills your veins

What a stupid, stupid mistake.
ns
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ns  cincinnati
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