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Notes written in the clavicle of the soul / unknown to most, spoken softly over a sunset. Scattered across the city / these words murmur the truth / the lilac confession of kisses. . . how can I say it? i am just as fearful / a ***** staring up at the barrel of a gun / eyes wide, tail tucked if I tell you, would you run? words spill / like the water running down this stream. oh, what bright eyes / you have! you’re a fox like me. more than fearful / gaze averted, aloof alliteration. i nuzzle you / kiss you lilac / a curious fondness of these/three words. [ redacted ] sunrise, all soft / like a curtain of sorbet. watching your ears perk up, i notice how far the fence is. wait! you’re over there / you nod and look my way. just jump over, I suggest. A thought / autumn in your heart / you write your own lilac confession and slip through, curling up next to me. next to me / i sense your fear like the hunter stalking in the dark / I must confess, we are one in the same / and I will hold your heart gently. we’re safe here. the hunter has passed / reading these words in the maroon and ember of fall / to each other.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
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Notes written in the clavicle of the soul / unknown to most, spoken softly over a sunset. Scattered across the city / these words murmur the truth / the lilac confession of kisses. . . how can I say it? i am just as fearful / a ***** staring up at the barrel of a gun / eyes wide, tail tucked if I tell you, would you run? words spill / like the water running down this stream. oh, what bright eyes / you have! you’re a fox like me. more than fearful / gaze averted, aloof alliteration. i nuzzle you / kiss you lilac / a curious fondness of these/three words. [ redacted ] sunrise, all soft / like a curtain of sorbet. watching your ears perk up, i notice how far the fence is. wait! you’re over there / you nod and look my way. just jump over, I suggest. A thought / autumn in your heart / you write your own lilac confession and slip through, curling up next to me. next to me / i sense your fear like the hunter stalking in the dark / I must confess, we are one in the same / and I will hold your heart gently. we’re safe here. the hunter has passed / reading these words in the maroon and ember of fall / to each other.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
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