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I want to love you
The way I love the hot coals
Shoved under my feet
Underneath the blankets,
Burning and unforgettable.
But you want to love me
Like a dead bird,
Soft to the touch,
Cradled in your hands,
Unmoving.
Like a spectre.
Don't worry,
I'll be your ghost.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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