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a phantom of reverence situated in the palm,

nobility sows the genesis of docile gullibility in a beggar's desolation.

an outstretched limb with failed elasticity finalises the bloodline

mourning what is within arm's reach yet worlds away;

a preventative handshake of internecine warfare.

who is there to save the saviour?

calendar months pose dormant,

the thought of us being years apart unbearable.

immortalised in the year of the starling, embedded in panegyric devotion-

i'd sacrifice humility for 5 seconds of vanity

to be obsequious is innocently lesser than enviousness.

searing candlelights,

extinguished by dampened resistance,

provide the discomfort of room illiteracy-

the aftertaste of a person hangs thick in the place you feel most unwelcome...

unidentifiable to those who refuse overthinking,

but the evidence hides amongst misted panes and sodden sleeves.

much to the dismay of an amnesiac's exhaust-

keep steady your feet; thigh pulsation leads to paraplegia.

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make peace, Elise

I CANT CHOSE A FAVOURITE LINE ARGH i’m so in love!! (๑>◡<๑)

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lauren spencer smith is after me.

did you forget a comma or not xx