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What it means to Love
This my child, is what it means to love.
Old Soul
When I was steven, my mother knelt and held my hand, and she told me ‘Darling, you’re an old soul.
The Flower, The Beast and The Crone
There is a beast in the pit of my stomach / And it howls in the night, calling for home. / The longing drives me wild with passion. / I dan…
The irony of a tabby cat called Noir
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Untamed serenade’s to Violet
The fingers on his left hand alternated with his mouth. One held a cherry as the other held a lit smoke.
Sour Fairy Floss
She reminds me of sugar sweet fairy floss. It was like looking in a mirror to what I could have become.
Wild Cherry
He wouldn’t hear from her for weeks, then suddenly she’d be sitting in the chair by his back door, holding a bottle of wine for him and sin…
The Hidden Moon
Moon Oh moon, / looking down upon us.
The Puppeteers Doll
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Petals of ink in the Autumn breeze
This earth tastes bitter in my mouth, like poison seeping through my veins.
Blue eyed Lacy and Iggie the mouse.
Lacy’s big blue, tear filled eyes find mine. we sit facing each other around my round table, fresh vanilla cupcakes between us.
Lost desire in the Silence
nothing more than faded dreams and lost desire.
The photographs of The girl and her Cat.
They showed happy, grinning, forgotten faces and she scolded the cat as she moved him aside to grasp a photograph he had been lounging on.
Broken Butterfly
Remember I am vulnerable. / That I break / And shatter. / That you hold me on thin wires
Into the Blue night
like a puppet with tangled strings / contorted is all you are my dear. / sharp daggers hope for freedom
Broken Wings
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Soul Scars
My fingers find themselves tracing from his collarbones to his hands and grasping themselves there as if in prayer.
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