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your secrets

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your secrets

your secrets i can hear your secrets from here; neatly tucked in, sung a lullaby before you whis[per] goodnight. you lock the door behind you, rest your forehead on the white-painted wood and pray for a restless night. whose name brushes your lips? what’s that one memory that you shove down but keeps coming up? [...]

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green world

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green world

green world to earn my love is to walk with caution. one false move and i’ll sp ir al. cascading dreams were never meant for me. the green world never welcomed me. shuttering eyes and puck’s lies, is oberon’s promise to titania null and void once she fucked an ass? slippery slopes and a diamond [...]

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buttermilk tresses

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buttermilk tresses

buttermilk tresses you were the buttermilk tresses underneath a nestof black rot. a pretty, pale face atop a map of speed bumps and landmines. love like yours should come with a warning sign. you were once mine but now, you are not. will that perfume you always spray conceal the rot? https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1670486699/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1643590452&refinements=p_27%3AMecca-Amirah+Jackson&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Mecca-Amirah+Jackson

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el dorado

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el dorado

el dorado a hammer to loose leaf, you treaded in the mysterious pool of me. you marveled at my beauty. how long you lingered on my curves and smile. you sank down and swallowed me.i was swift when i surrounded you, almost like lightening when i retreated. you brought a map when you discovered how [...]

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medulla oblongata

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medulla oblongata

medulla oblongata could you ever forgive me if i told you all the liesi weaved were truths? i told you i hated you; your essence, your being, the way you close your eyes when you dream big, but i was lying–in my lazy pursuit to erase you from my medulla oblongata. you were too much [...]