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je ne suis d’aucune faction, je les combattrai toutes.
-- saint just

dialoghost asked: hi, I just fell in love with you again. I fall in more love with you. You again my love. <3

hi bb. i love you always and forever. 

all my loves are you.

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rogue, deliver to me : the electricity of your eyes,— the silver anise irises illume in firefly lustre; held savage between the folding bridges of your jaws, my ribs untangle like ribbons and the gossamer sheath of my skin is set aflame like the crush of flamboyante. contest the ethereal, coruscate the ephemeral. fashion me into an asymptote where the fine lines of my bones are curved into infinite curlicues of craving. dowse me in absinthe, disassemble my desires into a cornucopia of vices like only a magnificent aesthete ever could. eclipse as you enkindle. mould me into the myth and manifest. exhume me from antiquity, inurn me for the afterlife. the gravity of these silent years shifts along its own sundial shadows. i —: a creature of birth and burial, am the darkling autumn interred between anodyne and austere. the heroin seethe of these nights stows itself evenly in the sinew of the dawn till it is bled feeble by its own fetish. i make a wish, offer my veins, enter your opiate touch. save me from these clockwork seasons of knights and knaves, sultans and slaves, the courts torched to dust, the swords surrendered to rust; my love rests somewhere between heart and hemorrhage, between tear and tourniquet. the yarn of my era spun between monsters and messiahs augurs a new menage of Blasphemes : sin me samael, cast my seraphs to the arson of your tongue. my seashore settled to slumber are now readied to be nettled by the tentacles of your storms. you hurricane my every repose. the changeling to my archetype, i care not for ways in which i am diastered by your bedlam for every chaos births its own catalyst. you — calligraphed by hunger and horizon — break over my fatal dreams like a sea of bonfires and i am riveted to a crypt of yearning. just when i yield to this arcane decree, i am unsteadied by the sound of a slow key turning. the golden  grins from behind the door for i know you are flammable and before i can breathe again, i am set for an infinite burning.

— Scherezade Siobhan© 

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