my dreams taste like rotten flowers
they have for a while now
(since forever)
dead blossoms don’t let me speak
dirty gardener with dirtier thoughts
planting the sin and watching it grow
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#wordsYour lips were dew-kissed rose petals, I couldn’t bear to disturb.
“You want to dance?” he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. “Down there - with them.” Where the music beckoned, where life beckoned. Where he should spend the night with his friends, and where I wanted to spend it with them, too. Even with the strangers in attendance. I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers - who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
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