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All Those Illusions
You believe, you all believe, that some day, somehow, you will get that second chance when it matters the most. That the eyes of those you love will open up one last time, for one last breath, that you will … Continue reading
The Only Silver
We press onward through the night, hands clasped, sleepstepping through nightmare marshes, leading one another, blind and deaf and breathing in the scent of blood and moonlight, the only silver that can touch us without leaving a scar.
My Sun
If I am to live in the dark, far from you, from your touch, and glimpse you only in the briefest of moments, let me at least reflect your beauty, let me at least shine the love you let spill … Continue reading
Nothing Compared To
The exhaustion I have known at the hands of time is nothing compared to the desperation I have known at the hands of love. The joy I have known at the hands of love is nothing compared to the relief … Continue reading
We
In my mind’s eye, we are one flesh; you have renewed me so often and I have bled for you so many times that I believe what I feel in my heart is your pulse; that my eyes cry your … Continue reading