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Gentle forests on fire, tickling the peaks that remain unmoved,
Fluttering waves that end in ivory picks, caressed,
Petals pressed so close that the..
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Everyone will leave
Maybe not today, but soon
Gone without a trace
I am not worth it
My presence is just a curse
And people see that
They ru..
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About her.
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Hematolagnia
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My heart is hurting,
Like it hasn't in so long,
Aching me to sleep
My hands reach for yours,
But there's nothing there, not now,
Maybe one day ..
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The Sea, The Sea, Blue
Lavished, Lost, A Sinking View
Fall Amongst The Ghosts
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What Color Are They?
I'm Far Too Lost In Your Eyes
To Remember Them
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Inside the walls of the enemy,
A burning exterior pressed close,
Anger raging breathlessly,
Yet unavoidable repose
A stunning, shameful view,
..
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Pitch black tree line
Ghostly blue
The air is crisp
And changing hue
The night is bright
Yet shadowed still
I see the sky
And feel its..
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How do you expect
The one who showed me freedom
To just disappear
You linger within,
Sewed tight into the fabric,
That makes up my thought..
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