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hands run along the arch as the skin of the fruit ripens, the trial these fingers leave, blazes with a need to follow. to your light digest me and my shadows. leave your glitter for me to find. a year later take with you my independence. conjure the beast of evolution. as i grip and sink my teeth into your openings. savory every drip is. there’s been a thirst to restore. all that was once lost. now, i wait while the drought approaches. from over the mountains a tainted view, as the clouds part ways. to reveal all that is ahead. the future holds with it a spear of truth. tempted to pierce all that stands. before my feet, the love for you that comes with grief. seeping through the walls of my sanity. until this room is no longer vacant but before then. i will cherish the juice that drips. onto my lips through this fruitful kiss.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
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hands run along the arch as the skin of the fruit ripens, the trial these fingers leave, blazes with a need to follow. to your light digest me and my shadows. leave your glitter for me to find. a year later take with you my independence. conjure the beast of evolution. as i grip and sink my teeth into your openings. savory every drip is. there’s been a thirst to restore. all that was once lost. now, i wait while the drought approaches. from over the mountains a tainted view, as the clouds part ways. to reveal all that is ahead. the future holds with it a spear of truth. tempted to pierce all that stands. before my feet, the love for you that comes with grief. seeping through the walls of my sanity. until this room is no longer vacant but before then. i will cherish the juice that drips. onto my lips through this fruitful kiss.
i've been in love a lot and i think my sad/happy ratio is extremely imbalanced. My adaption to abandonment and departure prevents growth in other areas of my life. I expect things to never last. I give in to my weakness. I let my mental health overcome my reality and turn the garden of life into a graveyard.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
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