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Ash Jun 2023
is it the golden threads of fate
or your puppet strings on my hand?
Ash May 2023
I find myself looking back
holiday lights blurring,
fading into falling stars
I have a lot to think about
Ash May 2023
we fell like the last rain
bookending a bone-deep chill
something to cling to, the pain
washed out from the windowsill
we both deserve better
Ash Jan 2023
one strike of that blackened match
and a million chromatic threads unwound
leaving only an ashen husk,
my timeless vessel
Ash Dec 2022
I found myself, but I suppose it's time to do it alone
I'll weave my melancholy into my tapestry of prose
And I'll raft through the storm ahead without you
Ash Dec 2022
How many times
have I stood on this precipice
and turned away?

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I think I'll give myself to the open sea
Throw my arms out wide, breathe
I haven't lived in so long
Ash Dec 2022
I'll unravel our thread before it's even spun
my dreaming and my pining and my manifestations
they'll be smoke choking out our garden before it's even planted
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