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Watching smoke curl in the sky A simmer reflection, a residue of death stealing life The scent of sweet burning arrives Between breaths misting predawn light A womb collects dead children We hear them shrink and shiver Their limbs atrophied, their eyes wide Every kiss is wildfire Every yearning is weathered Like the shedding paint on the boards outside That needed a touchup, a lifetime ago Every touch is parched Every trust is dystopian The flesh departs from neuronal collections Untraceable to the heart inside No daughters, no sons No lovers, no love No affection, connection; truth or simple trust No daughters, no sons No lovers, no love No future No hope
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
dead children
Watching smoke curl in the sky A simmer reflection, a residue of death stealing life The scent of sweet burning arrives Between breaths misting predawn light A womb collects dead children We hear them shrink and shiver Their limbs atrophied, their eyes wide Every kiss is wildfire Every yearning is weathered Like the shedding paint on the boards outside That needed a touchup, a lifetime ago Every touch is parched Every trust is dystopian The flesh departs from neuronal collections Untraceable to the heart inside No daughters, no sons No lovers, no love No affection, connection; truth or simple trust No daughters, no sons No lovers, no love No future No hope
7:30am, January 31st 2014 Pointless ***
#want#yearning#lust#empty#pointless#wasted
mitakiharashi
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mitakiharashi
New Zealander
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
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