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I miss it The warmth down my skin A cold front across a dark plain A rush of absolution My clemency Scored rims disabled anxious imagination Aching that was too much to handle alone Agony that I couldn’t stop A dagger of hope was my exhaust It was my control Mine to hold Waved edges faced an already tattered surface Smooth stings to a flawed coating My dreadful indulgence Companions that couldn’t judge Notched lines that couldn’t deceit me They loved me and did what I said Every command to my improper thinking My world of silver linings blazing No one could take it from me No one could see It was my control Mine to hold She used me He abused me But my ragged partners adored me Jagged contours set fires to battered perceptions Life was dishonest My allies were polished My allies were serene Barbed creases treasured me Beautiful indents, liberated senses It was my control Mine to hold They cradled a poor mentality and rocked it to restless sleep They guarded a lost instinct My alluring blades of acquittal My blessed silver linings
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Silver Lining
I miss it The warmth down my skin A cold front across a dark plain A rush of absolution My clemency Scored rims disabled anxious imagination Aching that was too much to handle alone Agony that I couldn’t stop A dagger of hope was my exhaust It was my control Mine to hold Waved edges faced an already tattered surface Smooth stings to a flawed coating My dreadful indulgence Companions that couldn’t judge Notched lines that couldn’t deceit me They loved me and did what I said Every command to my improper thinking My world of silver linings blazing No one could take it from me No one could see It was my control Mine to hold She used me He abused me But my ragged partners adored me Jagged contours set fires to battered perceptions Life was dishonest My allies were polished My allies were serene Barbed creases treasured me Beautiful indents, liberated senses It was my control Mine to hold They cradled a poor mentality and rocked it to restless sleep They guarded a lost instinct My alluring blades of acquittal My blessed silver linings
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Celfm1
27/F
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
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