

Black Hands White WingsShe ascends Evading capture But still enraptures meBlack Hands White Wings
I pretend I fake desertion But bear inertia's wings
Break me By building walls Whilst honour falls away Shaking With desperation As estimations wane
She retreats She wears a shell That she'd do well to break
Incomplete She's missing parts That make her heart retreat
Fracture Paint your hands sable And take yourself back to oblivious times We get one chance To imitate angels And burst into fractals So fully entwined
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Kristen Leanne.
"You won't die alone
i'll break off my own arms and
sharpen my bones and
stab you once for each time i thought of you."
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