Through the ritual

Of letting go

Is how we will grow,

Because lets face it,

You cannot breathe for me,

See, ...I am knows-less,

And everyone needs

To come up for air

During a passionate kiss.








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Poizoned by the breath of truth. Couldn't find own words so

"...come to my heart, cold viper-soul malign,
beloved tiger, hydra indolent;
long will I drag my hands incontinent
and quivering, through this vast loosed mane of thine;"


— Lewis Piaget Shanks, Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, 1931)



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See, dove...bishu got it!!

See, dove...bishu got it!! know me


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "