Starburst nightsYou leave and I cant find myself.
urghhhhh how do you remove the mood tag?
~night-lock
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A Man and his Dreaming Lover.Beneath dusky boughs and waxy leaves, he feeds her moon-pills, little spheres of milky perfection. She downs them with nectar in miniature gilted cups, teasing and smiling her secret smiles. She lifts one such cup to his lips now, figures in a hunting scene under her fingertips, and he marvels at its taste, like he does every night. she adds tears to their fermenting casks, salt to bring out the sweet Their idyll, their midnights, spent for no one else.A Man and his Dreaming Lover.
His night-blooming flower, he calls her, too delicate to face the sun. He pulls her close, all sprawling limbs and warm breath on eyelids, I won't let you wilt. Amidst ghost-light
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broken loversbroken lovers
You used to tell me how perfectly we'd fit together,
like puzzle pieces, and misaligned teeth, protrusions and hollows. We used to spend glittering nights and days, marvelling at our youth, indomitable sparks of our carelessness. Until I took to running away, counting my thirty-seven-thousand-nine-hundred-and-two steps berating myself for being selfish,
number games to fill my mind and not my stomach, did I realise that our world was misaligned like raindrops spitting out from bonfires like fireflies trapped in wolves' bellies and jellyfish sliced on kitestring nooses. And y
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Cruel NightsTonight we dance Tonight we sing Tonight we spin dreams and swallow them whole spitting them out deformed and mutated from slow poison manufactured from our own thoughts Tonight we live to die, wallowing in our shame, our dark pleasures and secrets Tonight we strip off our facades, our human visages; it is not fox skin I pull on, but a girl's face Tonight we are solitary and we are solidaryCruel Nights
Tonight I wait.
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Dreams and slow poison.She's been down that road before, fallen, fallen hard on her knees from expectations she gave herself fed herself slow poison from hurtful words laved tired lips tired fingers in salt tears. But scraped knees heal, hearts bruised on tension and disappointed eyes must learn to forget-Dreams and slow poison.
Nevertheless, the roots of those starburst dreams unforgettable unchangeable
always tugging on heartstrings. She returns to her pain, nutures her pain without the pain, she dies over and over with the pain she is herself again. Under the clarion call of beloved leadership they spin il
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