I pluck flowers from your hair and draw in in your flora. Exhaling each pining thought I have for you. They touch your supple lips like an adorning gentle wind. The sun and the moon illuminate both our sin and virtues we commit together.
The Sacred
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Mother Mary, I am holy.
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AGONY
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My life is not just a book.
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Never enough
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Hell fury
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Crucify
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Heavy
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Praise
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Childhood
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I called it love.
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Silence or violence
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Choking on nothing
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Paint my world
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Spark
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Fervor
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Funeral of feelings
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Cat & Mouse
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Hell, hath no fury like a child scorned
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I went to church
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Can I haunt you?
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Insane
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Anguish and beauty
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Intoxicated
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I hope I was both
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Cleansing ritual
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Jealousy or love
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Mind your step please.
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Pestilence and ruins
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Nightfall
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Nil
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The well
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Consecrated
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A heart forged in fire
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Free
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ROT
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Wings
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Neglect
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A Knight's devotion
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I should hate you.
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I want to vomit everything.
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I am (not)
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I want it all back. It hurts.
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Cavern
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Revenant
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I survived.
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Marked
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Spring
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She will know love
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Nurturing malice
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Trapped
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Intoxicating nightmares
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Strong!(?)
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The devil lives within me
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The sun and the sea
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Abyss watcher
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Singed and loved
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Crimson heartstrings
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I hate you; you hate I
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Tides of vengeance
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I deserved an answer.
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Languished (Sexual assault trigger warning)
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Uncertainty
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Oh how I wish I could go back
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Ouroboros
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Stowed and liberated
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PLGC
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Sin and Virtue
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Lucifer
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Bliss
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