Steal me if you must
to keep my soul alive.
But when the fires bust,
Don't question where I arrive.
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Darken my days with nights
If only for your love.
But when I beg for rights,
Don't question the skies above.
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Be my every stall
If you breathe on my death.
And when I don't remember at all,
Don't question my lost breath.
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Steal me if you feel,
If you cannot handle some goodbyes.
But when I cease to try to deal,
Don't question my submissive eyes.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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βDuring the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.β - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
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This is beautiful
Beautifully written. There is something nostalgic and Emily Dickinson about. Poignant and lovely both πc
This is so deep and so profoundly written. Your style is just awesome...