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the most important thingi just wanted to be the most important thing, just for fucking once.the most important thing
by ~L-forever
sail the atlanticif i ever loved you, it was because your smile never completely stretched out your lips, or because your eyes were blue and deep, but not full, no, never full. they were empty like a vast stretch of sea on the horizon, where you're sitting stranded in the sand and you know there are no ships but you still hope that someone will find you.sail the atlantic
your mind grew rank with thick, strangling weeds. they grew in your head, blotting out the sunlight like a cataract and you didn't laugh anymore. you smiled, but it was more like a grimace, an ironic twist of your mouth and you showed your teeth and your eyes glared instead of wrinkled in the cor
by ~L-forever
ringing earstwo nights ago, i burned my hand.ringing ears
i burned it badly, badly. at first, it was only red and shiny and it throbbed. i stuck it in the freezer and it didn't hurt so bad. but later, when i was trying to sleep, it was agonizing, it was keeping me up. i was screaming, i had been screaming for the past four hours. i was screaming but i wasn't crying. it was killing me but i wasn't dead.
my hand is slick and blistered but that's all new. the burn didn't really show until later. like everything else. you couldn't see how painful until later, always later.
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my ears are ringing. they ring s
by ~L-forever
set the sea aflamein this wrinkled paper of sky, you can stick your head right through and look down at the stars. you can watch your hair flutter above your head, waving at you like the reaching fingers of the seaweed and coral.set the sea aflame
this is where you met her. where the sky above was gray like her eyes and the waters that lapped the sand were as black as her heart.
"they say when there is nothing left to burn, you set yourself on fire."
"why wouldn't you stop? why would you burn yourself too?" you asked, digging your feet in the damp sand and imaging the bleached white drift wood bursting into flames on this wet day. &n
by ~L-forever
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
where i'm just going to watch you
because i've read enough lovely things of yours
to know that i want to
just the idea
of going back through your gallery
intimidates me
but i like keeping up with your new work
so this is my plan
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
thank you very, very much for the
it means a lot to me, really.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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