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language and loveLanguage and love both make use of the tongue. Romance sans devastation is too often unsung.language and love


cold bones and pearlssnow debris stick to my lashes. your hands turn my spine to a string of pearls.cold bones and pearls
baby, you leave me your trail of black ashes none left to make mine, lonely little girl.
don't know how to do it, how to separate you from the embers of dreams all burnt out.
all i know's how to lose it, turn away from its view, manifested in streams where love swims in doubt.
magique.

to see if it rots or bloomsthere's this nest of vultures in my head. they buzz and circle inside the skull peck and feed on synapses swallow till their bellies full.to see if it rots or blooms
they fly in from homes in perished trees to watch, see if it rots or blooms, this heavy heart, blossomed from dead meat, dried bones, marrow lost to disorder and discontent.
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thank you veryveryveryvery much

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Atomier licks you
thank you for watching me
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i'm so-so.
thank you!!!
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