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The man that lives in the attic is soot-coated ebony licorice. serpentine tongue with whip-like wit. His smile, as crooked and bony is his back. Let not his feeble appearance fool you. Surprisingly spry and attentive is he and he seldom rests. Not a wink while there’s dark. Like a bat in your cave, slinging his guano around. Hidden in the corner, now covered in webs and dust, a trunk is found. One lock. One key. My turn, deep breath… and then light. Just light and awe. And I reme...

-Grim Love Song- we marry when the time is right, if that's something your interested in, maybe make a child. New possibilities. The fear, not new, nibbling away at me trying to replace this joyful knowing. It's telling me, 'You were wrong before about this stuff. what is different? Other than the interconnectedness of our stories...We came to the same idea at the same time in the most perfect time of our lives... That moment when we expected it least. And I think you just might feel the same...

The man that lives in the attic is soot-coated ebony licorice. serpentine tongue with whip-like wit. His smile, as crooked and bony is his back. Let not his feeble appearance fool you. Surprisingly spry and attentive is he and he seldom rests. Not a wink while there's dark. Like a bat in your cave, slinging his guano around. Hidden in the corner, now covered in webs and dust, a trunk is found. One lock. One key. My turn, deep breath... and then light. Just light and awe. And I remembered the ...

It feels better this way. I certainly feel better today. We let go of something inside. Suddenly, didn't the world come alive? You can look into eyes with purpose and poise; see what's beneath all the tears and the noise. I can still smell you in my hair, on my skin, everywhere you and images spin. I'm not afraid of what might be, what is, is not or what could happen, you see. I'm not too worried about what you will think, for if we are linked, there will be no kink. I can't wonder anymore wi...

Sometimes sadness seeks you out like a dirty minion doing the biddings of his evil master prodding and poking his way into your happiness only to suck out the last wisp of breath extiguishing the golding flame of joy that burned once before leaving in trade a damp and silten shallow grave slowly, slowly filling with tears and fallen earth And when that bastard enters your house and burns down your joy you are to rise up and flick a spark once again slowly blowing life back into the earth for ...