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Repost from Retrograde Dissociation
I can tell you stories, say, what do you wish to hear? Valleys of skin once kissed and fondled with, that swore allegiance to the past and remained in their robe of lament?
Scars that run the length of an arm, an arm that sunk in river of tears and struggled to lift a body heavy with a million grim thoughts off a bed?
Or.... Maybe an inexplicable mellow feeling that assumes its places in a heart one sunny afternoon that legs so used to staying under the covers run outside to smell the sunlight and taste the symphony of the breeze?
I can tell you stories, what do you wish to hear?
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Don't say that you're irrevocably and undeniably in love with me when the closest I can get to you is always an arm's distance.
Don't say that there hasn't been a day I left your mind when you value your horrid pride more than my tears.
Don't say that I know none about love and that you're the most patient man when I give you the whole stage of my heart but you make me share the spotlight with her.
Don't tell me I've always been your home when I'm just part of the world you want to escape while you're the sea I wish to live under.
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I wish to be small enough to settle on the nook of your clavicle, you'd take me with you everywhere you go.
Maybe I'd be in your shirt's front pocket, I wouldn't miss a single vibration of your chest as you laugh, I wouldn't let you feel lonely, I'd be your tiny cheerleader.
I wish to be a birthmark on your face, I'd see you smile to my heart's content. Maybe if I was your necklace... I'd fall asleep to your voice, I wouldn't be craving you this much.
-hymn of longing
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There's something about answers... They're like a sort of magnet it doesn't matter that at the moment you had decided to leave mysteries be, to save yourself the pain of finding out cause the more you near their vicinity, it's as hopeless an attempt as trying to claw your way far from a black hole, you just can't. Then you'll know the answers cause as short the rope of lie is, so is the duration of your resistance; you swing open the chest of truth like Pandora unleashed the crisis into this world. I assume it's part of the human nature to seek answers and explanations but as the shadow to the human so is the pain from the answers you'll find.
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Lace those fingers of ruin with mine,
Their intricate works is as though they are twins,
It's fitting for a daughter of sorcery to be with her closest kin.
And since when did you start prancing on lanes of yellow and white,
What of the grim hours of October that bestowed on you life?
When will be the day that you realize that nature can't be undone?
A child of the moon is an outcast with the choir of the sun.
So my dear, heed my beseeching and let us pick up where we left off,
Back to the roots of our wickedness that is the truth of who we are.
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lace those fingers of ruin with mine, their intricate works is as though they are twins
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When did you learn how not to ask for what you're supposed to get without a request?
When did you learn that the flow was better than the ridiculous wrestle against the current?
