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520romeo

Published: Mar 30, 2012

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even from here
i can hear the crunch of your brittle
ribcages as your bones sunder.

they're all entranced by your lithe body,
dark beauty.

you haunt;
silhouette teetering on the blurred edges of our memories.
we see your phoenix eyes from behind ember hair.
perhaps you're a static soul,
with spirits resting on the trivial skyward curve of your lips,
but i know you make nightly trips down to hell.
has no one noticed:
you're not breathing?

you're afraid to lose your lows;
_{(life sprouts)}
but there's a clinquant world out there.
believe:
the earth doesn't have to be cold,
and you can still smell the petrichor.

you're
free to brood. but
remember:
these woebegone nights
(music and black and salty lips)
don't have to last forever.

one day you won't feel this pain anymore.

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