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Shadows consume my anima, into blackness went light,
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The Bella Donna of his heart, The night shade over his eyes.
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Wasn’t I the one that made you think of lavender and earl grey? The one that sought to see you through every day, every gray
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Archaic memories, inflamed bodies,
by Katilina
13 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 8 6:16 PM
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Apollo’s Abstract Bamboozled Babe
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We sat and talked softly about nothing much,
by Katilina
1 lines, 3 comments,
on May 1 3:42 PM
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by Katilina
0 lines, 3 comments,
on Apr 29 12:45 PM. In napomo, Life, Other, Thoughts, Love, Sad, Emo, Self, Humanity, War
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My wayward wind,
My Greek God,
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I was kept warm at night, his voice sounded like a quilt of poetry.
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A state flower, a school remembered,
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O Fortuna, Quid cogitare debeo?
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The damp house smells like the pachyderm section of the zoo.
Burning cannabis and old mold accent damp beer stains on the carpet.
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Love triggered hate, turned by fate,
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Exhume my body from your heart, My tomb doomed to crack apart
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I am beginning to heal in some ways, in other ways I am lost. A vagrant in this world, I may have a bed, but I have no home.
by Katilina
7 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 20 11:08 AM. In napomo, Love, Life, Pain, Sad, Dark, Contemporary, Society, Thoughts, Spiritual
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When I was lost in the dregs of your love
my colors were drab.
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My ass was branded like a cave
by the cowboy I loved
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I sit by the Colorado River skipping stones, watching each stone fashion bulleted
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Saepe pecco Apollo me amat
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I had a dream the night before about a woman. In my dream I could not see her, I could sense her aura. She felt more like an elemental, h
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The most humble point of being human is the moment when the soul reaches all capacity
and finds complete acceptance of circumstance.
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Poets put down your pens!
There are no poems to write today!
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I felt a celestial wind last night,
The moon was full,
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A mythic fog began to descend over Denver as we walked through the massive iron spears guarding the gates of the cemetery. Crown Hill had not been maintained throughout the winter. The long grass, brown and smashed to the gro
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You say you can feel Camelot flowing from the tip of your dick.
I just feel many knights carrying on your name.
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In a black box made of plastic is my boyfriend. He liked to read books in the morning,
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