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letters from an alchemist (9/20/2015)
I've grown to know you
to need you
like a reigned-in blurred line
shaped in clay and fired in kilns
afraid more than most, of chasing you away.
'call me. I just need you issall.'
Nightchurch choir of wreckless closet love,
piles of scented skins
worn not as trophies but as friends
Wyrmwood;
life as an absinthian lover is hard as I pen your address
(the apartments everywhere that w...
Monday 21st September 2015 12:07 am
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