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I was there in the half moonlight
Under the chaos of the faux,
Illuminating broken firefly’s
And skylines sure to go,
So as the present melted
Like silver strung up trees,
Your heart was hidden in the ottoman
Of an ancient soulstruck freeze.

With the mysterious conviction of a strange woman, I encompass and reverberate the elements of imperfection that surround the entity I have created within the false remnants of broken ideas and strangled dreams that have yet to come to fruition. image

Happiness is expensive. Unhappiness in excess is beyond a price that a soul sold is able to afford.

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Unconditionally.

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I shrank back, recovered, retreated, as a flower wilting on icicle membranes. Solace in the stellar, constellations in my veins. Orion’s Belt once stated that it forever screams my name. Permanence was a mere flaw of the heart all along, delicately decomposing a once most epic psalm. Words flutter as they fall and I sway away as I go astray. Misconstrue what could be simple but it’s not what flows my veins. Statements unspoken are grand on deaf ears, flailing like an ancient, breathing to die for so many years. So, so many years. May forever be the hands that cover your eyes when you seek to remember what mortals stand and fall for. Always fall for.

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