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who knowsthe streets are wet and slick they look like every single glowing star has melted off the sky and dripped down into chalky desert dust, bone white. i want to run through star puddles with you. but every time you cross my mind, i look outside and all i see are empty streets. and i am just like them.who knows


dirty pretty poems1. Cold tea-cups jumped off the table when I opened my eyes this morning. They must not like the sound of my eyelashes crashing into eachother and must know how sometimesdirty pretty poems
oxygen feels too far from our sinking lungs.
2. When my hipbones became loose hinges, half sliced off and a sore-thumb view, it did not occur to me that I was ill, just a little bit below the floorboards with the taps of people walking above, nobody ever knows when I am there.
3. I believe that wine bottles mean something different for everyone
and for me it is not just
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Sometimes love isn't about how much a person fits you, but how much you're willing to change, to fit them.
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You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
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Bad things happening to such good people.
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When the power of love Overcomes the love of power,That's when the world will know true peace.
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"The thing about flame is that its insidious- it sneaks, it licks, it looks over its shoulder and laughs. And fuck, it's beautiful. Like a sunset eating everything in its path." My Sisters Keeper
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saturninus, hidden dr.agon
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Lord make me chaste, but not yet.
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The Game
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