you looked back once, again, and lastly you shot me daggers not like blades but like flames that made my paper heart flutter not like butterflies but like ash incinerating my fragile flickering, tissued, love lantern had you turned around you would have seen the pile on the ground the grey the dust the fragmentsContinue reading “turned around”
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off fire
would i look more alive if thrown into that fire? the one with the flames hypnotic chaotic overly exotic but oh so distorted contorted overly reported as to their import did you forget that calm is the way? stare instead at the ash it shows what it is
j light MUSE 