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Moth to a Flame

She was a princess on her own, that much he knew. He knew she had the power to rise above everything, even in the worst of chaos, bring a light to the people, and lead them to greatness. He saw the confidence in her eyes, and he craved it. He was like a moth to… Continue reading Moth to a Flame

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Eternal Light

He told her words he never spoke, And never told them in a rush. She heard words she never heard, Without the guilt of love.   She showed him her cracked pieces, After broken glass had been his knife. He showed her all his fallen petals, When she’d seen thorns her whole life.   She… Continue reading Eternal Light

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Fallen

The air was knocked out, Of my lungs, And the scream I made, Was deafening. The chill of the breeze, And ferocity as it comes, Is not what left me, Trembling. But rather the harsh landing, Of the floor, Suddenly, as I fell from, Above. Neither a scrape nor a bruise, Left, but something more:… Continue reading Fallen