1.assume someone writes about you you read the piece but never realise it was for you a letter opened yet not read tragic.
2."where does she live?" I ask "in my dreams driving the little sanity i have out of them." he says.
3.The truth is i have never believed i was good pretty or beautiful i have always ignored all the likeable things in me i just mourn over the bad parts of me it is the way it is always has been always will be
4.want the earth to consume the whole of me in her lap i am so done with humans.
5.remember i dwell in blood and bone too i hope you don't want much for i nothing to give ~a
6.i want to find buried roses in leather bound volumes i want to decipher dead poets i want to flow down under the enormous sky it has become my obsession to want it now
7.poets don't love different their love is different
8.and when i lift my eyes up to look at yours i melt at the spot into vapours.
9.i have been travelling looking for stillness.
10.light wind to strong gales experimenting touches to bounding kisses passion is the key.
11. we unearth ourselves to each other so to see just souls cause bodies lie naked.
12.my rage is at constant war with itself the blaze it contains can burn the heavens but i keep it hidden under the damp blanket of my mask so the flames keep flickering waiting for the right moment to destroy all around them.
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