• Hannah Flowers

hold a candle at my own vigil the death of an ego once the old persona has lifted, where does it go? i’ve bought flowers i’ve held roses i’ve had mountains made of gold nothing ever longed for sweetly as the smell of your cologne for i have been known and i have seen the backroads and so it goes, on it goes universe quid pro quo i would rather never take hold of this feeling centuries old but it has touched me, infinitely affecting my own prose

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the celebration

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

With Current.

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were

MissingNo.

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand