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I'm getting used to the black vacuuman immense and vast part of me was sick,I'm getting used to the black vacuum by TheStoyTeller
it was as though the galaxies had lost a tooth
and the bacteria in its absence grew in me.
there were angels, agents of hearts and stars
that came to cleanse that part of me
but I held onto it as if it were my own child.
it was the only part of the universe
that I knew more intimately than the lines
on the back of my hands
I don't know if I deserve a second chance Unraveled now in the depths of an old rageI don't know if I deserve a second chance by TheStoyTeller
I knew we were bound to find something
that could be rekindled.
you'll wear a new skin,
you'll be a new age
and we will find each other
where everything happens at the right time.
I still find little specs of love
floating in the things that I like to do
to pass the time.
you still haunt me in my dreams,
when all I want to do is sleep,
hollow like a skeleton,
hear my bones clicking together as I run away
from this again?
Even the second time around,
I know you won't stay
The Recluse told The Warlock"I still believe in something more powerful. Stronger even than the blaze of the stars."The Recluse told The Warlock by TheStoyTeller
"And what, young man, is that?"
"I cannot tell you. Not while I am in love."
we have potential to beI never drank before but I knewwe have potential to be by TheStoyTeller
she was a shot of something powerful,
with long, prominent eye lashes poking holes
in the soles and openings of our skin.
We sat back like a pack of wolves and watched
as she dripped herself amongst
hard wood floors and inexpensive linen. I knew,
that maybe in another life
she had been a listlessly withered, worn and aged sycamore and perhaps I was the cocoon 'neath her leaf, waiting to uncover something beautiful
or something average.
Love is a strange drought,
her compassion showed me that I had never drank before and in this life I never would, but oh,
how I wanted to