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Flowers freshly cut and wrapped in newspaper, / that’s how I want to rest, my dreams / like white petals absorbing ink.

i was pandora, and you were ready to feel tempted, coaxing the lid off with soft hands and softer words. you pulled from me what i had kept in a closed box; wanting to keep your hands warm by the fire, but surprised when it burned. wanting to build empires with the iron, but frustrated when it wouldn’t bend. wanting to play in the dark, then wreaking havoc when you couldn’t see. i was pandora and you took from me what you pleased, detonating and then blaming the bomb. all you left was hope, and then you left me.

best albums for the end of summer:

I have so much, so much to say to you about love—

“Her smile, I’m sure, burnt Rome to the ground.”