a squid has three hearts

it's your hand curled almost absently around
the hilt of the knife
but it's not yours plunging it into
human hearts. it isn't
- but it's a near thing.


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runswithvamps:

Fictional Characters.

i am this post, this post is me

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by john & tina reid

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by john & tina reid

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Crowley in ‘Survival of the Fittest’

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anneretic:

Where are you? Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just above my heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.

I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.

Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisioned;
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

“Sonnet LXV”, Pablo Neruda

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anneretic:

Where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly.
I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows.
Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisioned; so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
“Sonnet LXV”, Pablo Neruda

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