#aitohor

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Sweet, sweetness, sweetener... Delicacies baked into your words, your hands your mouth your eyes. you’re.... I’m dissolving into this liquid called loving you Falling farther than i’ll ever deserve, Holding ourselves together with sugar and cream, you’re the sweetness in my tea. or atleast, All the good left in me. a small corner cafe filled with these, gentle hopes and dreams Just you and me I think that’s where i’d like to be.

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I am a wolf, She… A gentle caress, ethereal Who comes in slow, misty Wonderful in her quietest ways. She blocks the moon’s sweetest rays Dilutes them to fragile platitudes, And hangs them from the heavens once more. Glass birds in the night’s sleepy arms… Who sing softly amongst the stars, Dim in comparison to any and all other parts that may come to pass And I the wolf, a hungry and mangy thing, whom time has never treated well, And whom loves with fangs and tenderness alike, follow.

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Ttthe winds howling in silence gotta wwwwwonder where every ones wwwandered off too. "You're very quiet today you know?" Someone - no something nods her creaking head "do you want to stop?" She doesn't reply. You reach out to touch her hand but it splits down the middle and blood starts to drip. "D-do you want t-to stop miss?" She leans forward. Her eyes are sewn shut but you get the impression she still sees every singlular twitch your body produces. You attempt to lean backwards only to hit the wall. "M-miss it's i-in your contract. If y-you wish to r-request assistance at a-an-any time-" the darkness behind her shoulders is writhing, you can see flashes of fangs. The air is keening like a starved dog. Hair tickles your nose. You close your eyes. You open them. She sits across from you once more at a reasonable distance. smoke seeps from her nails, her legs are crossed she's tapping her claws rythmatically across the metallic table. The wind blows in through an open window, crisp and chilled. Hands you cannot see rest upon your shoulders, they feel deathly. "We're terribly sorry but we could not reach the number you were attempting to call at this time. Please hang up and try again later."

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“how would u describe your divinity?” we’re nothing we’re literally nothing, we’re the end, the things that come before, the feeling of having forgotten something that sticks in the back of your mind, the moments before you register pain and bruises and hurt. we’re easily forgotten and sometimes that hurts but it’s okay. we bind the world together and people and relationships and we’re the god of rebirth and connections and so many other things but in the end we’re still nothing. we’re still forgotten and too vast to truly see.

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we like the concept of hallways , of being neither here nor there but in between. somewhere you have to be before you can leave. Long and dark, straight and sleek, Curved and cracked, sometimes bleak Twisted and Torn, silent and steep No time to sleep, It’s the End we seek.

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YOU COULD MAKE THE OCEAN BEND AT THE KNEES AND IT STILL WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH FOR ME I WANT TO WATCH YOU BLEED AND PLEAD YOU ROTTEN FUCKING LEECH 

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And You’re a monster YEAH… You’re a Beast And i want to rip you apart piece by piece (leave you wide open.) (Figure out this mess that made) (You and ME)

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PROTECTOR OF CREATION / MASTER OF WAR

thIS IS GOOD THIS IS THE BEST!!!! love his  damn da n dam nda thanks amazing truely a gift