We are lovely freaks,
Arriving on storm-chasing echoes,
Myopic, the lament creaks,
In corridors of silhouetted hellos.

Can you hear it?
Silence in heart's moonlit meek?
Snake oil in mystical ingots,
Of sand when I had you weak.

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Movement
Twisted
Memories (PG-13)
Done
Cordial
Lambent
Option
Loud
Author
Forever Autumn
Possessive Arms
Boot

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Steel your heart
To this tortured soul.
Cavorting with demons,
He knows all the tricks.
How to hypnotise you
Into his luscious throes,
Until you beg him
For the dark kiss climax.





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"Splitting glass, darkly"

It was her. She is not me..
I did not do those things; she did. See how she mocks me, moving as I do?

She is NOT just my reflection! I shall prove she is real. She Will come through, and I will have peace. Evil yet beautiful...

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