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Lioness: An Interpretation of Bones Rugged. She was rugged and beautiful, accelerated and intense, even raw and corrupted. Nameless and wild, she was a contradiction in herself. She didn’t speak often, though when she did, it was like floral dreams. Her sleep was always fleeting, but she dreamt in color, and she dreamt frequently. Her favorite season was winter, because it made her feel like a snow angel. I was the only person to see her smile. She was rugged, beautiful; her name was J...

What happens when you take the words from a poet, replace them numbers, and bones to inforce it. And it hurts to see your heart is broken as well as your body, faded and so thin.   The back door out, still leads to nowhere This isn't fate, you could change but you don't care. "Is it just me or is it getting colder in here?" You shiver and then shake the ice from you hair...   A permanent winter where the snow is your skin, the leaves in the trees dance to the breath that i...

What happens when you take the words from a poet, replace them numbers, and bones to inforce it. And it hurts to see your heart is broken as well as your body, faded and so thin.   The back door out, still leads to nowhere This isn't fate, you could change but you don't care. "Is it just me or is it getting colder in here?" You shiver and then shake the ice from you hair...   A permanent winter where the snow is your skin, the leaves in the trees dance to the breath that i...

Violet skies are unforgotten, you will never let me forget. Ceasinglessly, i love these young women who posess diet pills as lucky charms, and bones as best friends.Two years ago, i never could have relinquished my thought processes; the same goes for now. I write of them, dream of them, wish only for them to be her, beside me, concrete proof that perhaps i haven't made myself up within my own wishfull thinking. They are my replacements for cocaine, whiskey, and money for sex.They help me for...

  when we were young i could have sworn it was love, but maybe i just got things mixed up.[thingsget mixed up inmyhead].   Tonight I'm swearing upon these stars & boulevards, because I cannot manage to trust this heart.Chest swelling like a disease, heart speaking in irregular beats.My bones are being counted, and there is reliance to be told of flawlessness.I'll choke out the lies because that's the only thing I can manage, there's a lack of love & I hate that. I wish you c...