Author: Amora

He Was Too Much, And Not Enough

An almost muse, he was. An almost lover, faded before the crescendo. A sunset I saw, never to see the sunrise. A bud that wilted before the bloom. A half written chapter in a diary, lost amongst the wet forest floor. He filled...

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My Wish Upon The Stars

My Wish Upon The Stars Since I was little, i would wish upon a star. Up in the sky, talking with my god. And to him I asked him to come down to me and be with me. Send me an angel to protect me and love me, forever. The best man...

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The Midnight Muse

oh, sweet love where art thou? trapped in masculine inferno eternal damnation and these men be hoes like juicy say they for eeevery body they ain’t gonna be loyal not for aaaanybody still I loooove these hoes they got me...

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Pushing Up Daisies

my path is waved by the vibrations of geometric violas and violins constructing a staircase down the spiral cochlea tube of my fateful infinity an eustachian descent into the mouth of madness that is dancing on the edge of...

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My Love Language Is Him

When I was young, I had a short lived fascination with being a butterfly catcher I became obsessed with seeing all the different kinds I could find in books. I would look thru those books and think to myself. Chase the monarch?...

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