

where is sheWhere is she? This I wonder. Within my heart, aside Like all my complex longings I wonder Where Why How And what spell keeps her safe As I sit staring at the candle light's flicker There, far off in the corner On the other side of the abysswhere is she


Not just yet...And the answer hangs there Out in the dark The penultimate solution to all things And sweet sleep Inviting Begging my stretched hand Reluctant though Calm though troubled Wanting but no so resigned Staid And stayed Twould seem I'm not quite done Not just yet No no no Not just yet ..Not just yet...


...and moreKissed her smooth red lips Felt her teeth And laughing eyes Porcelain skin, tender, stretched...and more
Long and lithe Standing there Before the throne of the great Rat King As the piper played sweet melody For the gathered minions Lapping the wine laid out upon the floor And we danced there amidst, in dervish throes and more


ComparableI've seen brighter eyes staring at tear stained cement, and I've seen lighter hearts on anchors sinking their way to the pearly depths of the sea. I've felt a warmer hand where there has been no hand at all. Where snow kisses flesh in this winter mess. Rainy season approaches, where all the dry eyes hide. let loose, diamonds scream. Scream 'til your lungs choke on air and dreams are pictures smashing in frames, and benneath the grey sky we know we'll all grow wings and die.Comparable


here.your beautiful misanthropy seduces me. the (imaginary) imagery of your pessimistic (hopelessly fluttering) eyelashes intrigues me. it makes me want to freeze you, hold you, keep you. you poor, dear, disparate soul. I love you to death and I could never love anyone more. why?here.
because life is precious. and by questioning the very sadistic foundations of it, you can learn to love it more blissfully than anything in the world. I see me in you and I love that I am. and I want you to love you, too.
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