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Raven Oct 2015
when love dies
you become
less of a human
more of a ghost
and *haunted bones
Raven Oct 2015
Out of all the thousand less painful ways to die, he chose love.
Raven Oct 2015
She’s not too quiet.
It’s just that you haven’t been listening carefully enough.
Look into her eyes and you will hear how loud her soul screams.
Raven Oct 2015
I unpacked my bags so quickly for someone who has a hard time staying.
Raven Oct 2015
“But can you love me? ” she asked quietly.

Though it was more of a dare than a question.
Raven Oct 2015
Her body was a temple
but her mind and heart are in ruins.
Raven Oct 2015
I will continue to write
about the people
I have loved and lost.
Their memories
will live here with me
for as long as my hands can hold a pen and write.
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