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- // if only they knew 

a.r.

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you taste like cherries and your smile is nice

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“In the dark gloom of the forest,

she dreamt of more.

Of friendship and hope,

And stolen kisses under streetlights,

Of love and calico kittens,

But most of all,

she dreamt of a world in which,

the boundless sea gave way,

in which every breath was a spoon of sugar,

in which she had more than just dreams to live on.

She sat and thought, and wished,

till dawn touched,

like ice to her frail skin,

reminding her of her bond,

the hopeless beyond,

and she sank into the depths once more,

For imagination is a wicked curse,

when impossible things are so pretty.”

- // love & calico kittens

a.r.

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“Fading light in hopeful eyes,

dancing bright and merry,

Dodging darkness fireflies,

and the immense weight they carry.

For the night is so dark,

so immense, so great,

Is it not unfair to put so much on one spark?

Is there no safer haven for fate?

To trust a path to light the way,

will send soul to ruin,

So human is this idle pray,

will it make it past illusion?”

- // is hope worth the disappointment?

a.r.

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“To him, love is simply adoration,

Hours wasted dreaming of the perfect bride,

Only to face a bitter rejection,

Subsequently seeks another to bind,

Alas, his love proves overpowering,

Violent, his cruel desperation beats all,

Brutal power, it captures souls, dooming

them to tragic fates of blood, despair, wrawl,

But that’s as far from love as cries of war,

For love is not born from desolation,

It is time, and respect, and so much more,

So, to name this tale of pure sensation

one of love is slipping in winter storm,

It is instead, lust in its truest form.”

- // dearest Romeo

a.r.

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“A flower of poison,

a flower of morality,

A love that is real,

a love that is destruction,

Plant, poison, love, hate,

good people live in sin,

emotions lay far from virtue,

Oxymora of the soul.”

- // duality

a.r.

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“Twilight falls in liberation,

Calls of virtue take hasty leave,

For the night is fear,

And the light is pure,

But the night is true,

And the lights are blinding.”

- // sanctuary 

a.r.