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lost souls don't end up in asphodel meadows, honey — they end up in your apartment; a messy, poorly-lit place. or so i did. our systems filled with nicotine and other bad ideas i will for sure regret. well, truth be told, you're mine to regret. well truth be told, you're not. but there we were, flung in a den of frenzied kisses — skin next to a black hole, a black hole next to a skin guess we'll never know which is who. but tonight break me — we both know this isn't your watching-sunset-and-gazing-at-stars type of love. so tonight stain me, and i'll call it a pseudo-romance, darling and maybe after, we can smoke cigarettes or watch the city fall asleep or stare at each other's empty eyes; maybe somehow that's more of our style darling, than staring at the sunrise is. but at this moment i know, in this poorly-lit place, dripping roofs, ***** sinks, that i will waste my words writing beautiful poetry for you, even if i'm not that beautiful myself. even if you're not that beautiful yourself. even if we're not that beautiful ourselves.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
asphodel
lost souls don't end up in asphodel meadows, honey — they end up in your apartment; a messy, poorly-lit place. or so i did. our systems filled with nicotine and other bad ideas i will for sure regret. well, truth be told, you're mine to regret. well truth be told, you're not. but there we were, flung in a den of frenzied kisses — skin next to a black hole, a black hole next to a skin guess we'll never know which is who. but tonight break me — we both know this isn't your watching-sunset-and-gazing-at-stars type of love. so tonight stain me, and i'll call it a pseudo-romance, darling and maybe after, we can smoke cigarettes or watch the city fall asleep or stare at each other's empty eyes; maybe somehow that's more of our style darling, than staring at the sunrise is. but at this moment i know, in this poorly-lit place, dripping roofs, ***** sinks, that i will waste my words writing beautiful poetry for you, even if i'm not that beautiful myself. even if you're not that beautiful yourself. even if we're not that beautiful ourselves.
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femininedeath
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femininedeath
27/F/Philippines
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
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