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i am a mosquito inhaling hypothermia's scorching breath,
helping with the homicide of my mucus-encrusted enzymes and cells,
cytoplasm seeping into the ice, snowflakes giggling.
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she undresses me, clips off my wings,
uses them as tangled sheets around our feet
that hallucinated circulating blood, and blood cells that haven't died.
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my eyes roll with the euphoric embrace,
her saliva whirlpools around my throat,
drops into the cracks of my teeth,
tree sap traps me in the bark,
asclepias was hidden in her mouth.
i am a mosquito inhaling hypothermia's scorching breath,
helping with the homicide of my mucus-encrusted enzymes and cells,
cytoplasm seeping into the ice, snowflakes giggling.
>
she undresses me, clips off my wings,
uses them as tangled sheets around our feet
that hallucinated circulating blood, and blood cells that haven't died.
=
my eyes roll with the euphoric embrace,
her saliva whirlpools around my throat,
drops into the cracks of my teeth,
tree sap traps me in the bark,
asclepias was hidden in her mouth.
Literature
Debussy
Restless under the
clairvoyant moon—
dreams quiver like
candlelight against
a long-lost muse.
Literature
Waldeinsamkeit
A murder of ravens
spits black
on a vermillion coloured day,
as a spine of leaves
crumbles under the pressure
of ghostly weight;
its pieces of autumn,
borne by a whirling breath,
brush a lonely thought:
This winter will be cold.
Literature
The Obscene Philosophy of Not Giving a Fuck .
Steal a kiss, plant a seed
deep into asphalt.
My skin is soft, my heart a rock,
its beat even and bold.
It was once cracked and crushed to sand
falling from his hand.
But it found light and will and spite
in rock it learned to mend.
Black veils fell, true colors showed,
we're nothing but obscene.
I was a fool, there is no love
to feel at age of teen.
So steal a kiss, take something else,
I've lost it all before
he lied through teeth when he held me-
the woman he adored.
I love myself and only me,
won't share it with a boy.
I'm better off with friendly flings,
a lover - merely toy.
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certain spieces of asclepias are poisonous, and will drive a person to euphoria before killing them. the poison used to be called the drink of immortality or the elixir of life. the end.
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Ooh gosh how lovely! Well, the actions may not be but man, are they described beautifully. The first few lines of the last stanza especially caught my eye. Fantastic 
