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lions + lambs. by etre-aime, literature

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lions + lambs.

mama always said "you can't fix every bird with a broken wing but you can try" well, I've been watching birds die my whole life, palms stretched wide to cradle hearts titterin' out of heaving chests and mama believes in heaven and the book me? I believe in molecules and dirt * star-dust lighting all of us like little lanterns dancing round a rock and mama's wise nurses her babies to full glow, blankets her plants when it frosts carries her ghosts like they're crowns sagely, she passes her stalwartness down

words to say to your reflection by aprilwednesday, literature

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words to say to your reflection

i am a collection of dust and stars, blue luster in a sea of inky void. i am a tongue licking lips, clicking against teeth, shaping sounds that matter. i am the lightning that explodes in purple storm clouds, four miles of haphazard beauty on a lonely night. i am the sea in autumn, still holding the warmth of a summer of sunlight, though the air outside is cold by now. i am the snow at 6am. i have not been touched, not stepped on. my surface is smooth as glass. i am the snow at 6pm. i am still beautiful. i am the sound of rain just before sunrise on a sunday morning. i am the swirl of cream in a coffee, blossoming and unfolding like a

tooth rot by insideruby, literature

chest cavity by breathinginthestars, literature

aries. by ohsparrowsong, literature

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aries.

i spent the entirety of the trip staring at the little hula girl that was wobbling and rocking out to the radio on your dashboard, hoping that i could just ignore the conversation that just took place, and that if i ignored it enough, it wouldn't have ever existed. but the words were clogging up the front of the car, and i could taste them, and i wanted to wind down the windows and watch them get sucked out and fly backwards down the highway, and never come back. but you hated the sound the wind made, and i had never felt more trapped in my life. -- it was times like this i think my crazy aunt was right, and some people really do fit their

nephology by anobrain, literature

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nephology

i'll be six feet under - the stars, and you will be right beside me hand clasped, fingers through fingers laced right up like a corset and you are everywhere, like you've melted yourself into my clouds and you've got yourself stuck and i'll never be able to let go you are vapour, rain, puddle, vapour you are cycling through brain tissue and you don't stop and i will tell you this, i will say: even when our little planet has been burnt to a crisp, or smashed into ten trillion pieces, has been frozen over like the skin on my neck, even then: i will still love you because you'll still be in my clouds, even if you've been flung in countless

ps: i love you by anobrain, literature

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