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Defeat

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haphazardmelody

Published: Oct 9, 2013

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Stars splinter the sky,
glowing against clouds
with obstinate brilliance -

I flame out beneath
the deflated sun.

Carla poses over Melissa

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FuzzyHoser

Dec 19, 2013

This is awfully sad, but so very lovely.

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