loitering illegally in the graveyard ___________________________________________ a poetry book dedicated to every cell in your body @timespieces Copyright 2017

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

wither, with him, within

impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts

jus cant shake u

"James Jupiter wants to be human."

"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry

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