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I. We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand. you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands. we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land). II. It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns. we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and without sins. I told the doctor his medication clipped your wings. III. I fed you sweet words tucked in between candy-canes and licori

She swallowed her words in the darkness of a bare prison of stone. She summoned the lilies in the air, heavy with evening. Whitened by foam the edges of her dress thorn torn, from digging with her hands into the sky’s eternity, the tomb that the sea - the sea.. – refused her, she hurried to the steep shores, alight with golden blue, dawn-hued, and the hollow of her heart - vacuous ether between gods and ravens - thwarted by suicide, turned to the North; a ship the wind and the Ocean at night. French original version Elle mâchait ses mots dans la pénombre d'une prison nue de pierre elle appelait les lys dans l'air long d

He wanted to be her everything, show her in stages how it feels to tear worlds down, and watch with no words, her shuddering gasps, in awe his freezeframe of 'hallowed be thy name' He wanted to pluck those damn starry tears from her eyes in rainy clusters, and offer them up like quasar candy that he could pop into her mouth on any given day in sizzling July He wanted it all - a taste of that street french filler space that huddled between the 'here' and 'there' in her shadowy smile to sit back and reflect in high wonderment, this most glorious dance of her acceptance in all things colliding to feel the slight sway in her searching

Most days I miss you in English On the worst I miss you in French, You are missing from me I am lacking in you a vital part as essential as air as bones as blood, A lost immune system that can't keep illness at bay, an amputation, a lobotomy. There is no single word that covers a lack of you, I miss you out of language But French is the closest, tu me manques.

I loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy, sweeter still, she carried the scent of festival emotions, tempered by the midnight flames and fireflies' glow. I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers, reflected dancing candlelight, while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany, I discovered tiny galaxies, but most importantly – I saw my smile. I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat, playing to the rhythm of my breath. Her every word, imprinted tender cherry blossoms, onto my soul. I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air cool against my heavy forehead, her skin, softer than satin threads,