Ayelet Raziel: The Passenger III I gave my heart to wolves but prior to the ground the sun called me human. No, I'm a maniac on a divine path time traveling through wine stains screaming at shrouded shadows "Over my dead body!" like it's never been a possibility. But death has a kind face; the kind of face you buy a drink and share time with. I shared everything but innocent evasions and found Babylonian keys in caution. My dreams secreted secret shepherds in a stir of traffic signs that only failed to dissipate in a discordant chord of vacant melody. Deaf in the dark wood of error and misery, I armed myself against sanity to break futures from leashes that drag dead dogs down boulevards.

Nothing Worth Keeping Comes Without Loss I am a welding rod left; abandoned weathered for years bending, flaking but never breaking left; abandoned in punji pits of romance destroyed; not by your touch nor scent but by a lack of you destroyed but magnificent I am an antique book alive; endangered weathered for years something, fading but never changing alive; endagered by unanswered fires of romance destroyed; not by your careless hands but by a lack of them destroyed but invaluble I am a stone in the breaker deformed; unable weathered for years steady, crying but never dying deformed; unable to walk with you in romance destroyed; not by your rain nor wind but by a lack of you destroyed but immaculate

Diabla If the devil wants to find me, she'd better learn to drink. If the devil needs, to have me she'd better learn to bleed. If the devil seeks to destroy me, she'd better learn to love.

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