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We'll get used to it, don't worry. At the station, as always, the sparks are flying off our faces -We'll get used to it, don't worry. by ~effortlessness
bleached by winter as summer once tanned. It seems ages
ago since you slipped a handful of cherries into my eagerly-lipped mouth.
Those mysterious polaroid days, when both we still dared to doubt
everything that cannot be erased. I'll have to make memories when you're sleeping too far away
from my nightmares and from me. Yet the glimpse of you will walk with me all day
and I will still wear my dresses for you,
as always.


To Sever the Ties Tell me the blessingsTo Sever the Ties by ~corvuscreative
Of making a list
Of your friends
And calling on them.
They won't understand you.
They'll say that they do
And pretend
To listen again.
Before you looked up
You had dug
Yourself in a hole.
"It felt like a grave."
And seconds before it
Passed through your lips,
You were sure
Just who was to blame.
So count it a blessing
And I'll drink it in,
With a dose, of
I miss you the most.
No, I never wanted
A retribution
Just a "Sorry!"
From your ghost.


everything and nothing. maybe he would have been a beautiful boy.everything and nothing. by *rachel-rhapsody
do you think he'd have had your brown eyes?
i know he'd have your smile.
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you're playing this out of tune guitar, and i'm sitting across the room. the music is bittersweet. you can't really play the guitar but you've got pretty fingers and you're shining in the pre-dawn light that filters though the gaps in my curtains. i'm shaking and you ask if i'm alright, and i tell you i'm just cold. you place the guitar on the ground next to you and crawl towards me, across the field of clothes and tissues that litter my bedroom floor. we lie down together and i close my eyes but everything is so quiet. the
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