Her eyes are poet warriors
Wrath like a poison romance
Self destruction can be slow wreaths
Aplomb, applause and tears
Letting go of all the noble vampires
Reading diaries of the London fog
Biography as myopic as the long winter
The mind suffering daily
Abstract hope fails
Indigo, blood red, black marble
Trace your steps in elaborate circles
Thunderstorms, rain
I don’t want to go out
I don’t want help
Today I want to glee in my loneliness
Sometimes darkness is beautiful
Dark silk stars in the soothing rain
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