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Skin-smolder, bone-cinder, wild fires spread across their meager faces, gray smudges of ash left beneath the eyes, in the worries of the flesh, in the lines of brittle nails. Soul-char, slow pains, dripping in and pooling warm and deep. In depth of sorrow, from the minds of the betrayed and betrayer alike: taking their delight in the dance of smoke ( Read more... )

Outlining shades of elegance, tracing out delicate consonants, threading in all manner of sins and souls. Shapes grasped in open air. Pulsations in vehemence birth rhythms and eagerness, excitement. Heart-bare and guileless, sly smiles, cold eyes; the same story from line to line.

I can that I am: we're listening.

one more spirit day for october
the only piece of purple clothing I own


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IStrange, it taking only tumbling leaves to turn this living world into a ghostly town. The movements of all mortal chaos made ethereal and inconsequential by the breath of the wind. Chill bleeding light and love from every face.

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Along the ridge--brilliant hair-width threads of red and gold seaming the granite gray ends of the earth, she sidles--takes her steps in dainty shuffles, watching as the dust and rubble flickers off from the precipice, the edge, turning end over end in the sunlight until they disappear forever from all knowing, consumed by the frothing mists and ( Read more... )

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It’s true I always wanted love to be hurtful
And it’s true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain and bruises

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I’ll grow back, just like a Starfish.


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The Stolen ChildWhere dips the rocky highland ( Read more... )