

Ink of MoonRemember those nights under moon we spoke through our hearts sometimes so wordless. I always carried that lantern in hand as for guidance, perhaps waiting for the moon to dye out.Ink of Moon
Another stroke, and my ink ran down the pages smothering that moonlight.
Its grip was cold, and The pages were damp with the sky that said nothing.


Feast of SeasonsThere will be thorns all laid in a row. No roses for them to go. And we'll choke on the summer, and we'll dine in the rain. Paint the sky august.Feast of Seasons
I want to go away to this place I know where they chew on the winter. I want to believe there's something out there watching my falls and I'm devoured.
Can you walk on your head and bend to your knees? Well I can - and I can seethe through these cracks found in autumn. When I tumble in to spring, and my tongue feels unclean.
Will we build a new city from the pieces we picked away from each other.
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excuse me, while i kiss the sky
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moi jai pris ma tête dans ma main...
et jai pleuré...
l'ame déchirée d'une souffrance intolérable...*
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Because only he would be capable of such an oxymoron.
Friends are fun.
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Oh... To be delicious.
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"Before you can break the rules of rhyme and rhythm, you do have to know what those rules are about." -- John Tydeman
~Christians-QI-Team LitCrit
[[shot and steals comment virginity]] <333
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aru.
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Because only he would be capable of such an oxymoron.
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aru.
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