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just for the recordjust for the record
to be with you in those explosions of september nights, when the world
seems to end in epic sighs and glorious rollercoaster rides. and to see your face light up like a thousand bulbs plugged in a 2400 watt battery only with the brightness of the sun, and the purity of the moon. to sing you to sleep wishing for the lullabies to end and insomnia to illusion your mind, just so I could see your eyes open again. to hate you forever in those mad days of unforgiven silence, when you would forget, and i would despise to remember. and to see the way we would fight like newborn kitte


Cactus Blooming collab.translucent tree make the night young,Cactus Blooming collab.
sail wild though smile only once,
remember when we would worry then kill pools of coffee,
miss eternity the magic must.
falling water, hear my prayer:
I want to
dance the way magnolias bloom in february,
learn to speak in soft pink tongues.
I fell asleep listening to the nightingale sing.
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breatheI met her when I was seventeen. Third class on Thursday, maths. I couldn't not notice her. She walked in slowly, dark hair and gray-green eyes. They reminded me of the sea. I fucking hate the sea. She sat next to me at the back of the class and started drawing. I could smell her hair. I'm not sure if it was her perfume or her shampoo, but it was her. It was soft and earthy the kind of smell that fills your nostrils with the image of a park after the rain. I couldn't concentrate, so i tried to talk to her. "What's the formula for a circle?" Her scribbling stopped, she turned her head towards me; a smirk. "π r 2." It was the most beautifulbreathe


im permanencemy stars are bursting, secret fires for secret liars, the only time i do is when i hold my tongue.im permanence
i cradle a book in my hands, feel its breath and wonder if maybe it's alive, black ink shifted into blues and greens to bite the hands that never feel enough.
i meant every word i said, in worm-knuckled verse; i meant every word you said, my eyes fingercombing through each letter until amorphous monsters spill from the synapses.
today is a day where i wash my hands but the blood is always there;
i will nam
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How do i put this so ull believe me?ur not asleep n ur not dead.Im here n i luv u.Ive always loved u n ill always luv u.I was thinkin of u seein ur face in mind every sec i was away.When i said i didnt want u it was the v blackest kind of blasphemy*Edward
haha i'm glad to be a pakistani too
tc!
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How do i put this so ull believe me?ur not asleep n ur not dead.Im here n i luv u.Ive always loved u n ill always luv u.I was thinkin of u seein ur face in mind every sec i was away.When i said i didnt want u it was the v blackest kind of blasphemy*Edward
(im watching you now!)
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Of course I live in my head...I'm a writer.--
How do i put this so ull believe me?ur not asleep n ur not dead.Im here n i luv u.Ive always loved u n ill always luv u.I was thinkin of u seein ur face in mind every sec i was away.When i said i didnt want u it was the v blackest kind of blasphemy*Edward
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Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally
follow you in the temple of the new dreams
In memory of Shadows' Madame.
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