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  • Jul 20, 2015

    sadness consumes
    tears caress
    with a face which seems obsolete
    the tears fill
    buckling knees
    how they kill, tease
    slither beneath
    loving every part
    holding my hands
    consuming the dark
    we were too
    to love, to understand
    or to make it through
    and out at the end

    aftermath
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  • Jul 19, 2015

    I never said I love you because I knew he would understand it differently. I loved him, and I still do, but it was as a chapter. It wasn’t as a fairytale ending.

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  • Jul 18, 2015

    I smell him in intervals, in varieties, in ways I don’t quite understand.

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  • Jul 17, 2015

    They’re scared of death, but that’s like being afraid of life.

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  • Jul 16, 2015

    We were in ways I can’t seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

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  • Jul 15, 2015

    we walked as one
    sat beside a loaded gun
    frolicked within
    stroke our hairs
    for all we could

    we danced with
    spun beneath
    hovered under
    the spotlights

    as it consumed
    we built happiness
    transposed sadness
    with the blue of the ocean

    a love twined mystery
    desire which’ll always
    we moved together
    and held as one

    lights of venice way
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  • Jul 14, 2015

    He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

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  • Jul 14, 2015

    puckered lips
    tongues tied
    hands beside
    how we swayed
    under the twilight

    a kiss of satan
    lucifer divine
    words that cried
    lips that tore

    how we sung
    hung from limbs
    puzzled between
    yet sat extradited
    by our touch
    the warm embrace
    the arms
    our hearts

    scream
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  • Jul 13, 2015

    sunday eve
    twirled knees
    sideways kisses
    and parallel existences

    elektra
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  • Jul 12, 2015

    the tips
    of our fingers
    the touch
    of our palms
    how innocence swayed
    in and out
    from left to right
    drifting from beneath
    and continuing
    right on through

    through
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