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TransformationAn existence of spinning,a cocoon she'd make her home.Wrapped within despair,held firmly and alone.An existence of believing,hidden away..
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FlavorLick and taste the bitter,of this woman I have become.Let my flavor find its way,across your swollen tongue.Suck me into you,all the bizarre of ..
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Lost YouthAging hands caress the painting,now faded from years of sun.Tears fall upon pigments once vibrant.Into black and amber the colors run.Rainee
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BloomFalls crisp breath exhales,frost bleeds leaves brown, once vibrant red.Withered we crawl beneath the soiland wait for spring to raise our dead.Ra..
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MeBent to nearly broken,tiny fractures and missing things.Hollow and yet hardened,back bare with clipped wings.Rainee
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I wanted to write something beautiful,but all things beautiful have become redefined.Pen finding its way to parchment,I thought of you.. and simply wr..
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Edge of ReasonUpon the edge of reason,the depth infinitely steep.Eyes close, breath exhales,I count one, two, three then leap.Rainee
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...as he released the seal of our lips he exhaled, his breath carried the words "I love you..." and even though I knew he wouldn't recall his admissio..
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Moral CompassAn Impulse, action without thought.I traveled far beyond lines drawn,mymoral compass, I forgot.Rainee
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...had I known that was the last time I would ever see him, I would have waited long after sunrise to leave the bed, just to lay listening to him brea..
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