winter;lyra
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entrance 163A Poem by winter;lyradream diary entrance black of the white pallet written prose in dead/extravagant days i'm either happy or picking up the pieces dream diary ent.. |
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sei que souA Poem by winter;lyrasei que sou pelo que fui e pelo que fiz pelo que matei e pelo que chorei sei que sonho e sei que vivo mas não sei se rio ou finjo porque.. |
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this world we live inA Poem by winter;lyrathis world we live in this wilderness disguised this home entrusted to the ideal hidden, under, a dream this force, this form of comfort this w.. |
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that one night i slept with the pelicanA Poem by winter;lyrai slept with this pelican i just metunder his wings and the ten bottles of rum,atop his crap infested nest,i sent a query to the nightly starsto which.. |
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i hate myself, why don't you hate me too?A Poem by winter;lyradown on my neck because i hate myself why don't you hate me too? a lost fuse with the few a wrapped virus in pink ticking till it blooms killing.. |
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A few -short and long answers- to important questi..A Story by winter;lyraA very intriguing collection of question(s) that I have been wondering on for the last few years. |
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XXXXA Poem by winter;lyraSo it feelsXXXX is the flareA stare or the nightmareThe good haven or the sentenceThe pretense is of a memory lapseOf a lost youth that never occurred.. |
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long sleepA Poem by winter;lyrai wish i could wake up with my hands tied my dreams wrapped against the walls my blankets tore apart and the bed stained with demon blood i could .. |
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satellite vibesA Poem by winter;lyrashe's got nine minds talks with signs, calls me to dance when i'm about to sleep...then she steps on my feet every turn, everytime she's this ki.. |
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A fuga de uma emoçãoA Poem by winter;lyra(uhm this is portuguese so..) |
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