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Red and ebony swirl,
They dance in a memory,
A ghost of a forgotten life,
The green comes then leaves,
As quickly as it arrived,
The flower no longer flourishes.
Jealousy took its toll,
One lies withered and cold,
It has to keep its promise,
To the one it once begged,
Caring for what she wanted to be.
A living product of love is he,
Looking through the lense,
A beacon of solitary hope,
He bears the affect of the storm.
A life lived in secrecy,
An identity stolen so cruely.
Red and ebony swirl,
They lie beneath a memory,
Embers of an stolen life.
Do you ever wonder if eventually everyone will abbreviate every word to the point they’re just grunting singular syllables like cave people and we will have to evolve our language all over again?
Tumblr keep all the beautiful people with beautiful clothes on an island where there are skateparks and starbucks and rooms filled with fairylights and picturesque views out of every window
They also have an underground porn industry
