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Your Flame.Why are the simplest things the hardest to find?
And how come these thinks are worth more than your life?
You tried, you tried, yet you couldnt escape;
These feelings, hidden, caused you to break.
You split down the middle, a tear through your soul,
And you never realised,
That youd never been whole.
But the longer it took
the less time you had,
To build it back up,
to be whole;
You went mad.
And as we watched you, writhing in pain,
Heat shot to our cheeks;
From the light of your flame,
We couldnt escape
The heat of your soul,
When yours was broken it was still the size of ours whole.
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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