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Forevermore
...
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.
....
.
...
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.
....
.
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)
©bishu
See, dove...bishu got it!!
See, dove...bishu got it!! Lmao...you know me bishu...lol.
♡♥♡
...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. "