A Place For Thoughts

Read the title {BS Basswood}

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His arms keep me close, close enough to keep the scarred parts warm

“Home”

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It's a nice smile. Sharp and dangerous, and it drags icy fingers down my spine

“Creature Comforts”

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You love him despite the fact that he is full of broken glass and jagged edges.

“Forgiven”

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Perhaps...what a hopeful word. Perhaps.

“wisps”

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It is love, or the morning rosebuds of it, soft and pink now, still growing even in the twilight. It is not easy to embrace, to let himself fall upon this velvety caress of rosebuds.

“Wisps”

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It is as if the auroras themselves imbued into his veins, his nerves, and glowed only for him.

“Wisps”

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He clutched him to his chest enough that he could feel that even gods had hearts.

“Wisps”

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They weren’t exactly keen on it, but who would deny a god?

“Wisps”

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He makes my blood run hot and drags icy cold fingers down my spine.

“Ashes”

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Golden boy Songbird boy Raise your voice In the song of Laughter Naive innocence While you still can While you still can be Carefree Unafraid

“Ledger Lines”

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It’s a plea, a plea to make my heart sing louder than my mind can speak.

“Legato”

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It’s raining. It’s an autumn rain, early autumn at that. There’s a chill to it, not enough for it to be unpleasant, but it’s still there.

“Rainfall”