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[dredpiratebunny]

your story is mine.
words that play on lips of crimson or pale
toss-able
mine-able
varying in their degrees and and weaknesses
how there is a plea unheeded
and mutual justification

i lay here
unread
undone
and all the same as you in your infinite reality

if you breathe upon my chest, where i keep the prettiest words
i promise to align to your shelves and sparsity
forged into chapters and inked up remains

you are novel
under believed
over used
and oh so beautifully ignorant

i doubt what i know now
i have learned so much
i have assembled a court of kings and lovers
and you are nowhere all at once
calling my name
in the quietest piece of poetry

and i am not there at all

Comments

[hatefulblizzard.livejournal.com]

Beautiful

[elektrovst.livejournal.com]

I've got a lot of back-reading to do don't I?