A thousand breaths later
A bed of desire cradles
My every fiber
Inside of me: a stoking fire
Call me a liar as I tell you the truth about her
I loved him, I kissed him
I killed him, I miss him
But now my every fiber
Is labeled liar
Two thousand breaths later
On a cradle of desire
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This poem is really incredible. I don't really know how else to describe it, except that it makes me think of pale people in victorian outfits fighting and having lots of Wuthering Heights-esque drama. Your writing is awesome, this poem is awesome, you are awesome.
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