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:::by hazel:::Lost. Alone, like frost at midnight. I�ve been holding his godly breath on my cold lips for days, for weeks. Stalling that last morsel of salvation and complete love in the frozen air. The gas in my lungs has transmuted into solid, expanding these balloons into waste buckets of desire. I�ve been yearning and churning my heart into soil, been planting myself in a pot of stale gold. And now he�s left me drowning in sodium springs, only dreaming of his pale touch. My love for him, the mere yearning to hear him breathe, watch him blink, tears me. I adore his innocent bare hands� they used to intertwine with mine, like a grapevine swaying with the hush wind. The wind has stilled, and so have we. Nil. Five years, all gone astray in one day. I�ve grown numb to this torture� given up, dumped my crying tea into harbors of scorn, and still, I cannot bear. He last smelled of morning herbs, violets blooming in the spring, a darling bouquet of bluebells, a smell that will scar me for years to come.
�I have experienc'd - Samuel Taylor Coleridge �Despair� |
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