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[princesswhore]

I am all your silent liquid voices scream and pale echoes fade softer now lighter lighter pink rose morning thorn and suns like light distant 'cross darkened skies and bled because ashes never fall the ways you seem to believe, want, crawl, asking, asking me . . I am torture in your veins that cried a thousand infinite times rising in a mess of burning flesh and glitter wings so fragile that we're breaking all the time, breaking all we want because that's the only way we'll ever feel a thing