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Becoming older doesn’t sadden me. The never ending length between a memory does.

i beg in rotation to remember without question how it felt before you we stand at edge screaming from our lost haven do you feel it?   i was dancing in the garden wondering if i had lost it the psychosis burns flames th…

We move in moments, yet the moment doesn’t move. We move in the moment and that moment pauses. We reflect in years to come. The scent, the touch, the taste, the feeling that moment brought. That is nostalgia building, a…

i lie in depth to touch you with every step we take force to forward to deepen, to strengthen, to further we make moments in memories dancing with rosemary i take you to take i your mind against mine and we’re twirling …

When I stand before myself in death, I want to look at myself only and know I fell in love with every detail I possibly could.

I lie in width and wallow in length. We can die a thousand times and I’d still remember your face. Your name burns with the moon as I transcend. It’ll be a hundred million years and I know we will meet again. You make m…

Some things are exactly how we leave them. Years go by and we long, passion builds, loss extends and we miss forbidden memories. Every once in awhile I long for what used to be instead of what is. I remember how I left …

Your skin was poetry to me. The depth I felt, the way you felt metaphorically. You go deep, but we went deeper. I bend in thoughts of you. Eight years and I still die to think of you. We break in question, we mend in mo…

It was your voice in the eve and the wind against me. The way your words used to caress, how we’d disagree. I reminisce in toxicity because it feels good to feel a dark electricity.

I forgave you, but it took me a long time to forgive myself. We reminisce in reason to create ideas of rebellion. I rebelled against the idea of happiness. When you wallow, it feels hollow, and you follow the thought of…