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rory Apr 2020
cold, shivers, goose bumps
i didn't wish for your breath
to caress my neck
rory Apr 2020
there are times of grief
that i yearn to halt the stars—
twinkling radiantly
rory Apr 2020
will you let it die—
the memories of your youth,
be turn to ashes
rory Apr 2020
covetous—he and i
we entangled for that word
i was so happy
rory Apr 2020
love expenditures
of roses and chocolates
something i don't yearn
rory Apr 2020
by the scourge you'd die
and to contrary, i was
awakened, alive
rory Apr 2020
of my younger self
was spontaneous, complacent
everything i did
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