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spellbound | poem seven
posted by imani , Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 4:26 PM, in Labels:

a kingdom of broken
wings and a
petrified heart
stumbles and
crashes down at
the foot of your
altar
awaiting for the
incense to burn
through the night
whispering to the
clandestine delight
your eyes bring forth.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.