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Monday, at 9:01 PM
burningthewillow
The stalks hiss like children trying to enunciate without teeth
burningthewillow
Swimming in your pool of roses, drowning in your thorns
burningthewillow
Terror Management Theory
burningthewillow
If I don't quench this fire soon, I'll be gone forever
burningthewillow
The night is a mausoleum, holding the dead light of countless snuffed out stars
burningthewillow
The moon is a silver coin and my pockets are empty
burningthewillow