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I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.

Jessica Wilde

Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
I lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
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Death Feeling Heart Myself Pain Pretend
You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Hold Pieces Return Yourself
Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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Chaos Distant Memories Morning Welcome
Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Close Mentality Myself State True
Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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Break Dreams Enchant Ourselves Wings
And the world seems just a little bit warmer, and the sun shines slightly brighter than it used to, and the days pass differently than before, and time is no longer stuck in a loop.
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Bright Different Shine Sun Time Warm World
Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Growth Home Journal Lost Mark Measurement Mom Myself Scars Wall
Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
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Dreams Laughter Magic Myself Shine Sound Stars Symphony Universe
I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
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Blood Bone Death Myself Wings
I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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Current Myself Try
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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Dance Eyes Intimate Light Moments Ourselves Secret
I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Agony Garden Growth Hope Myself Stone
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Awake Chase Dreams Grow Up Place Quite Shadow

I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.

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