January feels like a sweet burning itch, and I find my own marks on my skin.
January, is a starry purple hued bruise and looks like comforting and equally bewitching smiles of them, the ones who haunt me in my dreams.
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‘Tis late. The rain falls outside my window. The thunder rumbles through the air. The lightning sails across the sky. My love dreams beside me. The ghosts are at peace. I am at peace.
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“All you could guess went only far enough to make you shiver, not truly know her.”
Alexa play Dark Red by Steve Lacy
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Can't we fall in love with life again? Can't we dream like we used to?
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“Do not draw me without reason. Do not wield me without valor.”
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(via Spider Crown Magnet by AstraLowelle)
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