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the secretShe had a beautiful necklace, made of pearls and shells and stars.the secret
It shone in the sun, and even in the moonlight,
As he sneaked in through the back door, So quietly, too quietly.
He asked if he could have the necklace. She said, "No."
But he wanted the necklace, he wanted it so badly. He closed his arms around her body and whispered into her ear, Whispered so long and with such chivalry, That it plunged her into a mental carousel.
So when he asked for the necklace for one last time, She, herself, took it off for him. But the pearls and the shells a
by ~Unohdus
ItchItchItch
They were a disaster in the making; A parade in the middle of a war zone, A speeding vehicle in the other car’s blind spot. They were a broken record, Repeating the part both of them knew all too well.
And they were rejoicing in the midst of the hurricane, Dancing in the ruins of their own distorted plots, Toasting at the reignited expectation of change.
Because they were a persistent little itch— One that was beneath the skin, Mocking at them, For it couldn't be scratched.
by ~Unohdus
SunshineSunshineSunshine
This morning, I sat down with you.
You are wearing an expensive robe and I’m borrowing your shirt.
The atmosphere was dense and oppressing. It was the pressure of our worlds colliding.
You brought an expensive looking cup of coffee in front of me. You’re a gentleman.
You serve your coffee rich and in the color of ebony. I offer mine as shallow and see-through.
You smash your coffee beans, I buy fair trade instant coffee.
You enjoy each sip, but I gulp it down as fast as possible.
You say, “Good morning Sunshine.
by ~Unohdus
growing UPGrowing Upgrowing UP
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the beginning—
You’re less than zero years old— it’s the best time of your life. Food is served to you straight through the cord and it’s warm in there, underneath your mommy’s tummy fat.
Then you’re pushed into the ‘life’, even though you’ve already been alive for around 40 weeks. For quite some time you’ll have to stare at your mommy’s oversized breasts and your daddy’s crocodile tears.
And then you start to walk when you’re two— your mommy and daddy have a hard time to keep up with you. No
by ~Unohdus
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