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    version 22: awakening


    LILLIANA -- Year 206


    "There is still something of himself - something of the Wolfbane who would always love her - that rallies against the slime. It says, 'lie in the bed you’ve made'. So he gathers the covers and tucks himself in." -- Wolfbane, written by Calcifer

    maybe you can read this
    i'm writing poetry again lately and here is this one. perhaps you can tell me if i'm terrible

    i think most days i while away
    with biting teeth and grinning

    but when i see a reflection in a
    passing window or muddied puddle,
    there is no smile on my

    i thought i had life figured out with
    her sashaying hips and elusive
    sparkle, but when i caught her by
    her sleeve she turned to dust and

    when i stare at the clean pile of
    laundry on my bed, i wonder
    what broke me so terribly that
    i cannot fold a single

    in this heartbreak i sit as fresh
    laundry detergent and warm 
    cloth holds me like a

    god bless all of our stories
    but hers i cannot seem to stop
    blaming, with her empty hugs
    and painful, biting

    i am more like my mother than
    i wish most days, blaming what
    i cannot control on those around
    me as if love is a chain and a

    i lovingly call this one 'a mother's love will fuck you up'
    draco & elio

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