hyacinths in the rain
i am kissing you and everything is golden
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A Voyage to Anthemoessa
Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We predominantly put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to...
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liquid courage ✓
will you kindly sever my roots and bathe them in your crimson tears? i promise to seal it with a kiss. inspired by @/phoebe.a.poetry on ig
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THE LOVERS
both weep for the thorns in their skulls when the sun is killed and summer has gone by and the rain is acidic. tragic is they are mortals, and mortals are made of greed and unholy prayers.
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THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
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MOMENTO MORI
/məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri,məˌmɛntəʊ/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull.
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guava achings ✓
banquets of succulent peaches in tin cans and pretty boys with passionflowers blossoming from their cuticles.
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A FILM FOR YOU
glossy words put together to make you feel in the middle of a cruel saccharine melody.
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𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒
fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION
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Dead Poets Club ✓
I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)
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