We Are Amaranthine, Dear

[Mob Boss]

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Until young bones turn to ash and dust
The milky moon and boiling sun learn to trust
Until every word ever muttered is lost
Every creek, ocean, river becomes heavy ladened with black frost
Until every salty tear in my eyes dry up
And sight of you no longer causes my blood-filled veins to erupt
Until the weightless stars in the night sky begin to fall
The synchronized beating of our hearts begin a tired, slow waltz
I will hold you through it all


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Just wanted to write something a little out of my comfort zone. I found the beautiful picture below after I wrote it and can't take my eyes off of it, but I hope it isn't too graphic or anything. Anyway, thanks for reading.

[muffin with a knife]

I like it. Especially the picture. I just stared at it for 5 minutes.

[Horatio Nelson]

Skeleton sex, interesting........Jk! :P

It wasn't as fluid as some of your other work. But I still enjoyed it. :)

[Miserabilia]

TBH it sounded kind of like a ritual to summon a demon the way it was written.
I like it though, had a nice dark feel to it.
the picture is creepy ( so i love it :D )

[Mob Boss]

Cool. I like rituals and I've nothing against demons either. Thanks for reading everyone!!!