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Daunting Nights

Daunting Nights

She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns, fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes, the jewel in your own vainglorious crown, locked up behind the rage of daunting nights She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands as if to save her...
Unforgiven

Unforgiven

you wove your words into my skin, planted them like roses to bloom, and i felt them blossom, bringing thorns with them you hid pain in prettiness as those thorns cut deep, slicing open my veins, filling me with your hostility and that carefully disguised rage  ...