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forestfire exhalationher verses burn silent, in an existence lost in forestfire's exhales
a wildfire waltzing inexorably over her naked forests drowning in untouchable glass.
she crowns me queen in the city of desertfire,
they burn blackholes over scientific studies; (over the skin that wraps me,)
like an empty gift burning in the smoke that rises,
over star-reaching treetops:
wastefull consummation to the greatest.
[ her porcelain hipbone
is my perfect canvas
to ink all the beauty i know ]
we are the earth's nonbiblical scapegoats,
questionmarks tremble over our complexion
asymmetry and contours of a shadow-city in the comas we live.
this fiery war never began in our fiery hearts; but only by thoughtless ink,
by the ink made of burnt bone, marks of a trembling hand over mooncolored sheets
upon this page materialized from the unclothed centuries under our feet.
the april wind, the neverlasting cold; was my envelope to a bruised confession:
"i never wanted this to end"
and sealed th
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More