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talon

talons of silver and black frost bite - the neck of the lovers at dawn sinking into a burning embrace

got a belly full of hate and poison, working with the darkest fuel, loving with the darkest eyes. Like I got a steel stomach- baby drain my tank, keep me fasting from the world's rage and I'll be just fine.

Anchor my heart a million times to the oceans skin, and to the sailors breath. Anchor my heart a thousand times to the caverns and trenches that line the earth's floor. Anchor my heart a hundred times to the tide's pull and the moons watchful eye. Anchor my heart ten times to swift currents and salty waves. Anchor my heart to that of the oceans and I'll ride sea over bow to watch it sink.

both

You tied a knot on the back of your hand, and turned your skin inside out so I could see you weren't holding back. But you've untied that knot, telling me i'm not worth it.

I feel raised on my bed of embers, continuously burned by the world. It burns my shoulders when I feel happy, and my legs when I feel sad. Together they read: for the requiem of music.

I went for a walk in a place so imaginary that the world in other places seemed so dreary in comparison. It was where the calming stillness of the riverbed contrasted the echoes of the birds above. Each life form giving off tendrils of energy that formed a morass of beauty.

Some people really need magazines, and I just don't understand that. I've seen all the magazines on the self in the stores, I've seen them in the line of the grocery store. People, Cosmo, In Touch, and whatever else they've got. I laugh most of the time when I see them; why do people find satisfaction reading about shotgun weddings, celebrity houses, plastic surgery, weird little dogs in purses, bullshit. It's alllll bullshit. Magazines drive me out of my mind.

chain

If you don't love me now- you will never love me again. I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain.

distributor of my dreams and precursor in my thoughts, I decided I'd let you have that one last drink. It's cold and full of the poisons your mother might have warned you about, but I insist you drink and make the best of the night.

keen

I was keen on keeping myself breathing; as are most people. It's the fact that I haven't seen the world yet that would make it unbearable to stop breathing, if I should die now. I will live, and this I promise, until I have seen mountains and jungles with my own eyes.

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leah wrote about sinking
“sinking into the nothing you made out of me.”

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