let it out
she did shout
scream, cry, and die.
throw the temper
break the wards
shred the jumper
spilling filthy words.
bottled up no more
losing grip on the door
falling down to sweet ground
kissing the blessed floor.
thank you, thank you
released from demons
far past their due
close the eyes
time to sleep
drifting to a dream to keep
lured by lullabies.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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