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PresenceLike a decayed rose The ghost of her beauty lingers On his poisoned heartPresence
by ~znesnoc
lovely bonesYour glacier-blue eyes were oddly warm and Soft As you painted keen welts down my spine and across my pelvis, Your lips marking the supple parts of me so they matched The fingerprint-bruises blooming like constellations across clavicles and scapulas and ribs.lovely bones
Your breath was oddly warm and Heavy As it skittered across my skin and sent my heart skipping and stuttering.
by ~znesnoc
My PrayerHold my hand; Only you can see me. Pull me bruised from the dust. Hold my heart; Only you can save me. Bring me back from the brink.My Prayer
Love me… When I feel ugly inside, When I don’t know what I am. Forgive me… When I don’t know what I’m doing, When I let pride and selfishness in.
Break me open When I get lost inside. Throw open the shutters. Gather up the pieces When I fall apart in front of the world. Tell me I
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- Current Residence: Oregon, USA
- Interests: poetry, photography, opera, dancing, singing, surviving college
- Favourite movie: Peter Pan, Beauty and the Beast, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, The Producers, Pan's Labyrinth
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
J. Keats
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
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