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spit out your demons
so that they no longer claw at the inside of your throat.
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Created on 2012-03-25 06:23:05 (#1584195), last updated 2018-09-25 (343 weeks ago)
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| Name: | bellamy blake. |
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 B E L L A M Y B L A K E | you are not a war. there is nothing to be won here. you asked me once what my ruin is. what could make me a monster. I didn’t answer. the answer is, fear. I am that ordinary. I was born like this. but I have invented new ways to pray. the clock is a liar who dissolves in the light. the shower is resurrection central. your mouth is a storehouse of surrogate bones, you grow fruit trees and crocus in the back of your throat. give me your moonshoulders, the stars all over your body, and the keys. hand over the map. you choose the road. I can keep both wheels on the ground, I can hold us. the book says, remember. victory is just the beginning. we’ll make a banner from your binding shirt, collect my shed hair for the seams. my love, my sphinx, my vanishing point, I am not perfect. but I was built for this. marty mcconell. |
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