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Fuckindragons

Fuckindragons

this place

a fleeting touch
sleepy embrace
the sunlight casts diamonds
on the lines of your face
the span of your back
for my fingers to trace
and if I close my eyes
I get lost in this place
and I don’t want to be found.

#Diamonds #Lost #LoveMorning

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bad vs. worse

what would you call 'bad’? what would you say is worse? admitting that you tried, or admitting that you hurt? in telling all my following
I just shouldn't think to myself.

I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
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a smile

it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…
however hard you fight it

she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
what if I told you..

what if I told you.. that I’m not alright. I’m not saying I’m restless, but I can’t sleep at night. Due to thoughts of my fears,
joy

joy should not equal the lack of self-pain that rare fleeting moment you forget your own name.. I pray for it to all go away
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no dreams

shine on, your simple sunlight two lovers down the line a faintly ribboned path ahead the destination isn’t mine drastic pause, no push to start
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to forget

don’t ever hope to forgive, to for… I’ve been stuck in your thoughts since the moment we met not what you want, nor what you ne… I course through your veins
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the girl

the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…
thought

undeserving of what I gave just wanted to taste what I wanted… I kept telling myself I held all the reason you gave me some lines
home

it was more like a lake less of a moat waters rarely ventured sober in a lightly patched boat yet I tried to cross this body
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years

I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…
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who am I to decide?

is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
thoughts on the subject

it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
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what

this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing



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