| An attempt at being romantic. |
Magpie

MiasmaDestruction draws into my lung A bitter taste upon this tongue Blackening what once was pure Tarnished now, no longer young Consuming the clean and secureMiasma
Subtracting years for a brief high Minutes to replenish my supply Lost in this poisonous addiction Aware yet not caring that I'll die Conquered by a deadly affliction
The scent lingers upon my flesh As I strike ablaze another fresh Column of cancerous corruption Feeling cells and smoke mesh Bringing about internal disruption
To a marring blight I am confined Chemicals numbing
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If I know what love is,
It is because of you.
-Herman Hesse
It's nice hearing from you, Reem.
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"Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and those who love it shall eat its fruit." -Proverbs 18:21
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If I know what love is,
It is because of you.
-Herman Hesse
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~x~ Shadow ~x~
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we're high above the ground; we're no where to be found.
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nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit
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The cat has always been associated with the moon. Like the moon it comes to life at night, escaping from humanity and wandering over housetops with its eyes beaming out through the darkness.
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