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  1. two saccherine weeks
  2. ~ Hell In The Air: by JMPARADISELOST
  3. Despite blackened air she inhales Hell and Death burn through holy veils Round her head a halo shines from her wrists blood pours like wine.
  4. MJ embraces the eternal snooze,kings troops gather at first spoonful of news that an angel removed him from his moonwalking shoes.R.I.P
  5. That morning, we weren't ready to be woken, we weren't ready to wake the glass from the windows. Sand and fire were dreaming tightly shut
  6. shared fragments scatter across fine sand landscapes, shattered reflections of a former us, living outside the frame.
  7. circles in boxes/illusory whispers/laden with regret.
  8. A backward ticking clock in my head - daemons of the not seized. It´s me who is stealing my future into the never-gloom. Gone.
  9. thinking of you. I sigh. memories well up. boil up. boil over. where did we go. wrong.
  10. lick at silent words make love on wind whistling through dance oblivious
  11. @winecountrydog bizzare. Wonder what the trigger is
  12. ...and then this. Gorgeous sweltering thought in a train wreck of a mind.
  13. ...pictures depict the vision of another, held.
  14. myself to the 61st second of the minute we never shared, staining moments into wasted breaths, you told me....
  15. your words. softly caress my soul. weakening. my resolve. lost. I try to see through them. into. the whole picture. But I'm. slowly. losing
  16. escape inside the unresting moments of life; i died inside your heart.
  17. Sighs of relief. soft. mumblings. giggles. hands. playfully shoving. strands of. hair. in eyes. again those sighs.
  18. As rays. slowly. melt between. your fingers. and warm. hands. caress. the back of my neck. I dream. of sun. filled days. and sandy toes.
  19. so lets walk with the sun squeezed between our palms, its rays lace our steps tighter than our fingers intertwine.
  20. Without darkness, you would not have the tunnel or the light