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Sshhh.
I know.
I know you are
Battered, your soul
is bruised. I know.
It doesn’t matter.
Every mark, every
Scar, is important.
Yo..
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Don't. Don't give me your heart-or that look. The one that softensyour eyes. I, I just can't.Don't wait for me - like an acolyteat the altar.I will hu..
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Rage. Simmering gently
Just below the surface.
Hissing, moving, boiling
over into me.
It fills me, keeps me safe,
warm, nourished.
It ..
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it’s been a week now
no mark on my body
that belongs to you
no scent of you
nothing that declares
I am your Possession.
instea..
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you are killing me
with Silence
long torturous hours
with nothing but the whirl
and beat of my own
thoughts.
is your disappointment
so great?
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I'm wearyI don't want to gotwo days to preparetwo nights to shore upmy defensesthere's nothing to burythey've left naught but ashescremation - such a ..
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I like the darkthe blacknessthat wraps me in a velvet caressthe feel of silk over my eyesa sudden touch on my skin(electric)always a surpriseeach brea..
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as a child, I rememberwanting nothing more than towear a habit, and a veilyou see, Sister Mary Margaretwas the voice of godSister Francis Joseph sang ..
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Iam looking through
Electric Technicolor glass.
making all these things
Burst Bright, Beautiful...
Quick, hide the switch! (help
me hide it)
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I am a dervish. Winding my way through these woods Skin of wine in my hand wreath of vines on my head feel of lips on my skin sharpened blade on my ba..
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