

no titleI sit, trembling with the assault of yourno title
image: my perception of you so strong,
the reality so pale. Your faint glow is invisible against the brilliance conjured in my mind.
You deceptor with your pretense, your image.
I fumble for something tangible to grasp onto but only your shadows slip through my fingers.
You are gone, absorbed by the cosmos into the inexorable social order. All chaos annihilated,
you are p


fumbling gazeToday I gazed upon your eyelids, purpled with bloodfumbling gaze
vessels that peeked through the transluscent skin. The fatigue seeped out, and you were vulnerable.


tumbling homeI want to move away into bare cinderblocks and dust, into grunge and whispers, the essence from which all beauty grows. Take me away from here,tumbling home
from this facade of beauty. Take me into the dimmest cell with stained cement and rough wood, let me blossom there in the darkness,
away from the lunacy that fills these halls,
seeping into the very beams that support them. Let me create a beauty of my own,
distant from all corruption,
from all pretense.
This old fortress from another time, built of organic life, crumbles under society's unbearble yolk as she scr
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mmmmmmm...forbidden donut...(drools in self content)
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