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someplaceontheedgeoftownShe is standing in the street, with her coat bunched around her knees drowning in the steady rain she is dirtying her jeans and gagging on her own hair, marrying her mind to symphonies.someplaceontheedgeoftown
An eagle soars above her head and it runs straight down her cheek with a whisper in her eye, called miracle.
She buckles and she falls; she staggers and she falls. But no one knows what it means, so she lies in peace.
Eyes stray down to the left and her coat tumbles off, fur and flesh gather around her feet, soaked in her cheap perfume. &n


FideliusCherry threads in your eyes color lust red and it flows through my veins mocking blood with it's faux integrity and beating through body with the captured heart and throbbing mind, running thinner than water and twice as satisfying... so hot it melts out two bodies together and we thrash and crash in mesh and lace to find a particle of passion in the air and choking on the perfume-scent on our bodies and the scarlet strings that pull our marionette limbs leak out and stain the sheets along with the sweat and sticky nectar that sliFidelius


Petrificus totalus...Lust-limes in lamb's clothing hinted on your strawberry breath, it wraps me in a cloak and hides me, protects me, binds me [petrificus totalus] from your dagger that I know you're holding [out of sight] while you intoxicate me further and the world stops and you and I melt away... and flow down the bathtub drain, clogged with blood and hair.Petrificus totalus...
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WednesdaysWe met at an old, broken down table Sitting in a classroom lined with painted flowers And filled with paper mache candy boxes On Wednesday afternoons And we would get real close together, Huddled around that stupid table, And we would read poetry to each other And try to understand what it meant Sometimes we did,Wednesdays
And sometimes we didnt, But most of the time it didnt matter, Just as long as we werent alone anymore And the beauty of it was, we werent Because we had each other And we had our poetry And that broken table caked with d
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