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winning.i. i'll write you a book on how to smile. it can have bright colours so that even looking at it will instil a sense of belonging to your inner child.winning.
i'll show you how to smile.
ii. i'd be your map too, if you wanted. the weather-worn type of map that's creased around the edges.
but i'd always tell you the right way to go, if i could.
[i don't think i can offer any more than that]
iiv. 'it's not about winning or losing.' i'll show you,
'it's about everything you ever ever,ever dreamt abo
by ~indie-isnt-indie
give me a reasonmuted- the sun's stare does not seem to be that glaring anymore; passionate heartbeats collapsing into unresponsive throbs.give me a reason
a child screaming into an open space,
asphyxiated by an unexpected kidnap-
i feel dead even though i'm not. chandeliers losing lustre, sunflowers hinting greys; my lungs stopped relishing in the joy of breathing.
it's a daily routine; pages of light filtering through dusty eyelashes; roses donating blood to anemic skies; pink cheeks cluttering purple-black bruises.
nightly stars communicates through an eight-year-connectivity;
by ~zLustre
they are just waiting.we are treading carefully around words, picking out hurtful ones and setting them aside for future, when we are stronger. strong enough to look straight in pain's eye, smiling at moments lost and whatcouldhavebeen's. liquid leaking from tearducts, cradling babies born from lives lost- they sparkle with a new lightthey are just waiting.
given to them by a stranger's comfort
we smile and we cry, we mourn and we whine. sunlight arrived and went away; farewells nothing more
than neccesary hardships floating in the sea of rainbows- please understand.
strings
by ~zLustre
to kill a third of europei am the black death, plaguing your body and clinging on for your dear life.to kill a third of europe
tumescent glands or cancer- crabs scuttling on needle knees across hot sand, inhibitions unamounted for fragile release; nascent adrenaline ad nauseum, i am sorry but i am sorry.
amorous thoughts rise apologetically, cat claws frequent my pillow
beneath the inhumed phone fumbled at three in the morning.
brainsick oceans plugged
like outlets in your head, the fault lines and phone lines quaver in my heart,
you call me, i hear
by *ohsostarryeyed
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I see you're from Singapore. I used to live there for quite a long time.
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It's nothing, i mean, it would be pointless to favourite something one did not like, would it not?
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To endlessly wander in a world of velvet dreams where the crushing darkness of the endless nightmares that bear down upon us.
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To endlessly wander in a world of velvet dreams where the crushing darkness of the endless nightmares that bear down upon us.
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What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile, this is paradise.
check her out[link] very talented and a good friend.
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