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i am nothing but a beating heart my head, decapitated i am unconscious: unalive but also undead feeling both at once when did breathing become a difficult chore? (since i lost my head my lips have forgotten to kiss the way you liked it) ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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the stars in the clear sky sing me a song soughing them in my ears we’re star-crossed ©2017 Quiyet Brul

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the warmth she produces when we touch ignites a heat of a thousand fires ©2017 Quiyet Brul

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a song carelessly sung of how you’re both pleasure and pain as if my head is torn off powerless to think clearly as if a thousand fires ignite when we touch, unable to put out as if your tingling icy breaths freeze the time ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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we are binary stars orbiting around each other ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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before anything else you need to know that i wrote this for you for you and only you–– they will not get it; you are these words ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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margarette, i know you asked to have some time alone by and for yourself, but i am selfish. and i need you because i fucking love you, and i feel so empty without you. i learned to love myself when i started loving you. more and more. but i feel like i’ve fallen into a …