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my friend the macabreAnd it was time for me to pack up and leave the city, because we all reach that point when we've drained the city dry, and the canal runs thick with blood and hope on a Sunday morning, and no one blames you because no one can; everyone is implicate. The city wasn't just the city in the end, it was everything I'd hoped and wanted and desired coming to it's natural conclusion. It was time to pack up and abandon the hope I'd placed in my mind's city, the city of my own design.my friend the macabre
So to the forest I went, and I learnt how to build again. I studied the land and became it, and on Sundays the rivers did not run with smashed glass and last
by ~annievanity
so what did you expect?I cannot decide whether I want to risk the curse or take your kiss, I swear I want nothing more than something like this. I want to feel your arms entwined around me, In the valley of the death your desire will surround me. I want you to grab me and protect me from the cold, And when you're kissing my lips I know you're touching my soul. Let's lie down in the road and look up at the lights And run from speeding cars on this city night.so what did you expect?
by ~annievanity
february 2009I could live solely off you The things you say and the things that you do Still weave a web around me And they way I feel for you it still drowns me And if I am wrong for wanting you to still want me Then I'll be strange fruit hanging from your old oak tree So I will be forever painted in the colour blue And I'll be starving at the water side at a reflection of youfebruary 2009
by ~annievanity
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Lightnessby ~metegursel
ZakareyaNine monthsZakareya
that is just too long
If Eve didn’t eat that fruit never would I have to wait that long to see you
Why am I whining? Zakareya you are here
All our wait has ended Long hair, gleaming eyes, fair skin Snow-white-red lips
Eleventh of July Four past nine in the morning
Text. Zakareya is here!
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