loitering illegally in the graveyard
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a poetry book dedicated to every cell in your body
@timespieces
Copyright 2017
—i am a perfectly bred renaissance when my mother rebirthed me, she screamed and passed it on to the tiny thing she crafted and named me after bells through the night dreams unwinded wouldn't you love to love me?
the men i've known have never known me their eyes skirt the edge of my form their eyes never care to meet mine the men i've known talk to me like a child yet i'm the one with the contrapposto mind posture so casual it contrasts with my heart
my magick lacks in disputable color whatever the moon whispers, that's what i am i inhale her dust and take the form of her love fluidity has no shape, it is only a spectrum he watches my body as it shifts on the spot he falls to his knees muttering prayers to his god
and the woman who's middle name means beauty
if awe was a song that's what he'd be crooning if love was a ritual sacrifice i would be sinning come to me darling, festering in the moonlight bring the ingredients parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme and he will remember me and he will remember my eyes i swear to god this time he will remember my eyes
Divinely, RB
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