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Poetry

i missed you (i still do really), but it's time to move on i suppose. _- this is _--_ it _-__ (isn't t?) _- ___-_ the ...

untitled part 1 - obliteration?

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by acetyls

by acetyls

obliteration?

your

charcoal stained fingetips

tousled obsidian hair

pale moonlight shaped into a human frame

all soft and rough brushstrokes

sweeping across a canvas gently, angrily,

like rough knuckles on soft wool

still haunt me

our paths divulged a long time ago

i hope you're alive and well

wherever you are.

it's been a while

but i hope you still remember a little bit

of the burning girl

sometimes,

it takes complete obliteration

trials by fire and smoke and darkness

and all the bad things in the world

in order to be

reborn once again

(i'm sorry about the ashes

i left on your cheekbones

i didn't mean to cry,

i swear)

-syj

06.11.2018