Lilly Rose Biography

Shock is an anesthesia…
The calm before the storm,
The numbness I felt by his parting.
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Dear Ex-Lover,
Your distrust plauges me so.
I miss your loving presence,
that sly, playful smile.
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I don't want to be the lighthouse, tonight.
I don't want to be the caretaker.
I don't want to remember that previous occupant.
I don't want to be Humanity's Guardian.
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The music is loud.
The sound crescendos.
It courses through her veins, blood.
It is magic to her.
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Colour.
That simple 'u'.
It changes the shape, the flavor.
No longer an adjective.
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