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In the wind, petals flutter as butterflies -and I am home to you.where a once sweet kiss against chitin, coated lips from an eternal skeleton;held now..
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you continue to fall from sunlight,taken briefly by the windwhere not long after,you find yourselfsettled, among the others.
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and I think I fell out of love with you,the strangest. That kind of confusion where,imaginations remain but lustful hoping ceasesand no longer do you ..
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don't wait again, to arrest my mindwith feathered chains, softdelicate ties, they lie tight to my throat,he stops my breathing.
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Don't know what the hell is going on here, if I'm honest...
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lay blame to bruises for allyou see is not beyond the eyes,but behind the trunk, of leavesfallen grey, dismal treaties will be.
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Wrap your arms around my insecuritiesand make your way inside, a longing corpse wherehauntings flooddeepto drown my breaths, to take awayplace-victims..
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still sitting, sometimes threads of blossom treestrail lanes of pale petals; they float modestly,beautifully to the floor, picked upby hooves gone by...
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has there ever been a longing soof such little time?I forgot this song was so goodthough fill my ears with another,I'd be crying, tears ofpain filledh..
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She hears delicate,numb stringsplucked gently by fingers,while horse hairdraws out, the most magnificent soundlet her dance along with it.let her unwi..
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