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Of Thorns and Spaces There's a frigid end to your heart;Of Thorns and Spaces by ~mavy
a diversion of some
unconceivable myth.
I wanted to derive
hatred
from you…
As quickly as the placid rose
with thorns of molten derailment.
As playfully as the pinched radian
covering the spaces of you.
Yet I am undermined by your
watch.
My lungs
buried. Down to your
very
core.
Gaze burns. Talk wounds.
Beloved, Formless They say angels are stabbed with wingsBeloved, Formless by ~mavy
to fly, where no
one,
human,
has ever been... I've been there
perhaps only in dreams, I had...
When we stood on four irises...
Somehow, everything became
bearable.
For I've come to realize
at that moment
we stood on the
quicksand...
Afloat on the same past tenses
Abridged by those sheer mums and ruins
One in that unchanging spectacle...
Last Christmas Poetry What are gifts for, if not to wrap the ends of your traceLast Christmas Poetry by ~mavy
where boldly, we are lanscaped memories, where liquors
dance in both art and melody. This is why you unearth a
malaise developing in which roads are unforeseen.
Taking the laps of an unalterable semblance crawling
its way back to your recapture, to your retentiveness.
This is where i stop believing that you existed for my
unsatisfied redemption, for you gash me intricately
through those words that soil my mind unendingly.
Let me not palliate the tampered heart you once let me
carry, and so till the hopeless now. You revise those waters
and turned them to fiber, which unfalte
Sta.sh
