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fire colored hair
ember wired mane
the intention
of reflection
this passion goes unnamed
“I’ll cut it off,”
she says.
“I’ll make it go,”
gone.
take clippers to this fantasy
this hollow hearted fancy-free
your perfection rots eternity...
my love will be the death of me.
I (we)
never go out anymore
We (I)
never talk.
a lack of
(passion)
communication
conversation goes all wrong
these things can be remedied?
the tincture for lost harmony
my lust will be the death of me.
“Sorry?”
he asked.
“Sorry,”
she says.
no Listen
Speak lost him
when she threw his heart to beaks
nameless and unnumbered
their cravings roar like thunder
but here it never rains, never rains
wings flicker
hearts blink
empty electricity
sort of like a pointless metaphor.
he never was the things she called him.
ember wired mane
the intention
of reflection
this passion goes unnamed
“I’ll cut it off,”
she says.
“I’ll make it go,”
gone.
take clippers to this fantasy
this hollow hearted fancy-free
your perfection rots eternity...
my love will be the death of me.
I (we)
never go out anymore
We (I)
never talk.
a lack of
(passion)
communication
conversation goes all wrong
these things can be remedied?
the tincture for lost harmony
my lust will be the death of me.
“Sorry?”
he asked.
“Sorry,”
she says.
no Listen
Speak lost him
when she threw his heart to beaks
nameless and unnumbered
their cravings roar like thunder
but here it never rains, never rains
wings flicker
hearts blink
empty electricity
sort of like a pointless metaphor.
he never was the things she called him.
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I know, the rhythm of this is all over the place. any advice or criticism would be very welcome. I mean, try not to tell me it sucks, unless you can tell me why.
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Beautiful.