

Dove with FangsStricken blue with disbelief. Unwoven and yet still sinking. Strands twisted with release. Please pardon the resistance. The Cold is always constant.Dove with Fangs
Rise above with stinging breath. With lungs still aching. That's where I wanted to be.
Forgetful, but still with knowledge. Pierced but still whole. Soft and yet chained. The choice is always there to plummet. I say it's a relief.
ClocK-WoRk
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a blue scarf wearing phantom ∞
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x this time;; imperfect x
^__^
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x this time;; imperfect x
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.nola.
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I want to see the light leave your eyes.
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