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  • "Just dropping a line, like screaming a sign. Maybe we were lovers once (Perhaps during the Ming dynasty). Romancing a ghost in requiems of us, Dearest (I’m sorry) if we died once, Reincarnate it’ll happen again, (re-) reincarnate it’ll happen again. A hundred times we’ll die; a hundred times we’ll fly Through guillotines tempted and execution lines cut. (A simple glance secures my eyes) Standing, drowning in prophecy fulfilled, Wearing a daisy in your hair, we shout, “Where tears once filled my lungs, they’re now filled with your breath.” We (in a collective thrill) recite elegies. We (in a collective thrill) sing dirges. For lost loves and lives that’ll never be. I loved it, it is sort of like the one you commented on mine awhile back. Which I changed a lot and would appreciate your opinions or...if you like it more."
    Posted by Unknown on "never write while drinking (collection 1)" by heroineyes
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