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hearts
Hearts are for Lovers Writers Artists Losers Teachers Convicts Children Paper Chests Thoughts Love Death Breasts Survival Everyone Maybe no one. For sure not he who he who steals them.
autumn
Autumn hair shifts over his ear, following the movement of his head. He looks at me. It matches the seasonal foliage. Red lips smile. He steps over the swamp of wet leaves clinging to its king, rotten stump. I step back; plenty of room to stay at least a mile apart. Another step forward. Retreat. A white breath shot from his hot tongue, "Guess December came early."
downpour
hits the ground hard in patterns like drums there's thoughts everywhere there's silence everywhere there's blood everywhere someone help me pick these brains up
mutual
That's all I needed to know, walking away from you. Im not going to make eye contact --for fear that you'd realize I had lied.
scout
Shiny black falling gracefully with every movement. The deepest brown peering back. Long strides aross the yard. Good dog he says, taking the ball from her mouth, Good Scout.
conviction
His heart slammed against the inside of his chest. His ribs and lungs cowered at the noise, begging the heart to stop-- for fear that the cavity would cave in. His palms, slick with sweat, patted his breast reassuringly. There was no punishment to be had today.
stacks
of books on the floor by his leg as he turns the page the rain on the window gets louder it's quiet save for the bulb above his head these stacks of books are quiet today
iron
out my body. hiss. hang it up. repeat. it looks so much better up there, where I am not standing in it.
prosperous
The king Le roi knew so much tasted the world on his tongue abundance on his table skin on his chair the gold of the sky belonging to him for all his troubles, to get here today, not one could he find to make him happy.
setting
It sits on me Heavy like a bird I wish I could fly to another setting screen time place please, sun, help with the setting.