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virginia // "I was lonesome all times, and born lonesome, I'm thinking, as the moon of dawn."

[themoonofdawn]

her body moves along with life’s dance shakes like grass in the summer storms she balances the moon on her hips like it’s nothing as natural as air as bleeding as sun on her cheeks eyes in the night, copper coins torches burning bright red glow on your skin as they pass you over the fire in everything, first degree

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[themoonofdawn]

What allows us to love that which hurts us? The people, places, things. By that abstracted act of self-harm, my love is unrequited. I don't want to love - what an awful little thought. I don't want to love them. What is hate but the remainder of that which we wanted to love, unseemly residue of expectations never to be met

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[themoonofdawn]

vp, 12-15-16, 03.39