#sleepymusings

[starry-eyed-wraith]

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oh, the romanticism of being run through with a sword; mere, intimate inches between you and your blood splattered reaper.

sleepy musings of a starry eyed wraith, an unfinished collection of works by j. orion

[starry-eyed-wraith]

open up your rib cage and let me curl up inside

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rain and parchment and cigarette smoke

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at times, the melancholia even steals my poetry

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tum

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perhaps a messy house is the real test of humanity

[starry-eyed-wraith]

we are to talk fairytales, to eat juicy peaches and listen to the birds. to whisper sweet nothings and big somethings while you braid flowers into my hair