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countenance (#3)

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chromeantennae

Published: Apr 3, 2015

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i am what i love.

and all i desire
is to swallow
your fears
and your anger, whole
until you are empty.

we'll figure the rest
after i detox
crepuscular eclipses
until your silhouette
carves its way
into the sun.

until your voice
etches its notes
into the whistling winds
that blanket the moon.

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I just want to be there for you and protect you. Take on the weight, or, at the very least carry it with you. I'm strong enough. Regardless of any circumstance, I love you more than you understand, and I'm here either way. I'm here either way.

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