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ignite that glorious chain
of the cigarettes you crave

they sit between your pretty
fingers, jingle-jangling to
and from your lips. a smile
not quite saccharine, but
immensely sweet and sicken-
ing still. gravity pulls me now
with immense force

clench your fist, strike in
romance, I won't whimper,
I won't defend. I will
crawl back for more.

kiss tenderly tendered wound,
fresh scars worn with
pride, a pain that brings with
it comfort and yearning

your ill nature i implore
as your healing touch has
me on the floor for more

howling praises at the feet
of the angelic figure i see

sense of self and body sore
you are what i suffer for

and it shouldn't have been
any other way at all

you like to hurt as much
as I like to hurt. we have
fallen into place quite
conveniently, haven't we?
I speak the language of
The gods;
Silence.

Years of practice, flexing
Soundlessness
Repeatedly

Until its grip around
My brain's mouth became
Inescapable.

Dead center of any
Construction site;
Loud meetings,

City streets.
I carry a flame of tranquility
Anywhere.

This morning I watched the
Sun rise over Oslo from
The roof of my

Workplace. Pink touching
Blue pushing February
Darkness gently away,

As if whispering a child
Back from sleep.
Seagulls and crows

Dancing. Silences matching
Inner with outer,  
I stood smiling.

Smiling so
Hard I
Cried.
If you take me apart,
Shred me to pieces,
You'll find pieces of him everywhere.

On my arms are
Chains of his words,
Whispered into my ears,
Spells to get me through the worst.

On my legs,
Distances,
Time zones away from you,
How to get to you
Engrained into my feet's memory.

In my head,
The music notes play
Like children in the park,
They dance around,
Merrily, joyfully to your smile,
And are melancholy when you cry.

In my lungs,
Every breath is filled with you.
Inhale all you,
Exhale all of me.

On my skin,
Warmth a lit all across,
Little bonfires every where,
Sparks trailing down my skin
Tickling, tingling.
It takes away all the cold I shivered from before.

In my heart,
Your happiness.
:)
(Sorry if this is creepy, kiyu, but hey I'm a creep, no? cx)

Pools
By glass animals
She is the one who will listen to what you need
Her desires, in the future we will need
You don't seem to understand
She writes poems, they come out of her hand
Her eyes are the mysterious ones
Different colors, so many, TONS
She will hear you out to the very end
That's why Maha is one of my friends
She is one of the first people on here that I talked to <3
You should all follow here and The-Devil-Is-Real
I do own everything,

happiness

friends

money

luxury

satisfaction,

an­d yet

why,

do

I

always

feel

empty

and

lonely
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