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Apples
Sweet Scorpio, whispering and wandering, the shadow of your shoulders swallows me whole, and I am at the mercy of a pretty party girl. My dearest love. My dearest sickness. While the moon moves, divine and decided, we watch our wicked dreams, weaved by witchcraft. This is inevitable. I have walked this path, met and…
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Send Your Roses, Before They Die
Roses were red, now, dead, on the doorstep, too timid to knock, now, shrivelling in the cool, cruel winter sun. Life is now, each second, so much more meaningful than we know, those seconds, stumbling upon your doorstep, switching from one foot to the other, my hands, hysterically screaming inside of my pockets as I…
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New Year, New Disaster
The lights are dimming on these days, but more bloom beneath the darkness, and I watch them grow under the glow of the fireworks. They say that amor is immutable, insatiable, and forever, but time flows, like petals parade on the wind through the fields, and so does the heart, always hungry for home. I…
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Palace
I built a palace from my darkness, dwelling within it, sharing secrets with my solitude, wondering about the wonder of being loved, and if it was worth demolishing my home to truly feel it. I patched myself up in the pitch black. I had been wounded for so long, smiling as scarlet surrounded me, until…
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A Mother’s Prayer
I was dressed in a mother’s prayer, walking golden miles in stolen shoes. The night had noticed me, stuck around and watched with wide, wicked eyes, watching me as I walked, unbothered, beneath the moon, like I used to, before I broke down my walls. I keep my hopes in the aurora borealis, because my…