“For these words don’t belong to you, nor would you allow them to be- so excuse you’re vanity for its strangling my throat.”
Bleu
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Once you made his name you’re own you took away any reason for him to exhaust his last breath exhaling “why?”
Bleu
& once you’re flesh touched my organ; I began to rot from the inside out.
Bleu
Reblogged from Vinebox
my favourite looks / part 1
- fitness crunch time
- come, over to my house
- olive garden
- the origin
Reblogged from I draw friendly people
—all just the same | a piece from ‘Shards’ by William Bortz | available here
Reblogged from William Bortz
Reblogged from a thing of beauty is a joy forever
Reblogged from Musings of a Poetic Soul
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