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Banshee
do I wail like a banshee?
who do I turn away with my pain? Too visceral, too raw, too loud.
In the end all I want is to be understood from a distance, to be kept at arms length, not for you: for me.
#macarbe#gothic#oc#poetry#writing#literature#banshee#horror#moody#the sublime and uncanny#pain#that kind of visceral screaming pain#girlposting#my mental state is between me and my blog
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“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams
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Otogirisou (Chunsoft, 1992). English translation patch by translated.games
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Malboro Golds
"You tear me open like your most recent pack of Malboro Golds,
and that's when I know I'm yours.
You savour my speech with every addictive inhale
one after another
but eventually I run out of the spark you lit and the smoke blows away
so you crumple up your Malboro Golds and throw the pack away.
I know you'll come back. They do say love is it's own addiction"
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