#i.n.t.

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Where desire leads to hunger, I mourn those with stomachs already full.

Chocolate

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broken wells

The girl who wishes with pennies Sinks slower in the water Until she’s knee deep In promises she once hoped Other people would keep She held faith in her palms That burned holes through her hands Until the coppery smell of change Entangled with her blood Red cascaded down her fingers and The once clear waters melded with Her spilt blood, that now pours Rivers of a faith lost to time

-i.n.t.

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The moon holds me In a motherly embrace A child to the night My eyes always wander To see the stars Reaching to hold Onto their hope A burning desire Of living, breathing life

- Ode to Night, i.n.t.

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Holding Onto Hope

When you feel like you’re all alone The world will start to feel cold. I will be there for you with my hand to hold.

Days where loneliness clings to your backbone Life will feel as if you’re walking around with a blindfold When you feel like you’re all alone.

Although I will remind you that life is not set in stone And the rest of your own has still yet to be told. I will be here for you with my hand to hold.

The seed of life may feign it has never grown On darkening days where the night takes hold When you feel like you’re all alone.

Battling against the raging unknown In a life left in your own hands to mold, I will be there for you with my hand to hold.

Do not give up the life you have been sewn. Take the thread in your hands and feel it turn to gold. When you feel like you’re all alone, I will be there for you with my hand to hold.

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A story told from whispers Drag themselves against my spine A shiver encased in the devilish grin From the other side of the fire A glint of the darkness shining in your eyes A fear creeps over my skin Wakening the screams from behind my skull To get away, run, run, run- Yet my body stays near the warmth Even though my body is freezing in your company Another story to tell myself in the dark When I blink and you’re no longer here

- Writing Ghost Stories in the Dark, i.n.t.

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If the night steals away my breath I hope she will kiss me ever so sweetly.

A Nights Kiss

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The finality Struck my chest As I felt your eyes Watch my figure Move towards the door The unspoken question You dared not to say Yet your eyes spilled All your secrets Begging me To not leave

-Saying goodbye, i.n.t.