| My name is Zakura. I'm 17 years old, and I dance. I don't paint as much as I'd like to anymore, but I do take some photos and write poetry. |


Reflections in a Broken MirrorI stare out at you with my silent screams your sway telling tales that gods can reckon. I see you in the light of the thickest night. Your spirit calls and your voice beckons.Reflections in a Broken Mirror
When you find me in the darkness of the day you'll drain my body of it's red acid. I'll scream the agonising pleasure of pain and try to wake from my dreams lucid.
I'll look around us two in the bright midnight ever seeing the light of the dark moon's phase. I'll stare and wonder if I'm just ecstatic as I look into my gaze.
| My name is Zakura. I'm 17 years old, and I dance. I don't paint as much as I'd like to anymore, but I do take some photos and write poetry. |
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Free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride, murder suicide
Is how I've been feeling lately
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XoXo,
Marianne
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A light to burn all the empires/so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be/in love with all of these vampires/so you can leave like the sane abandoned me
thank you.
that's the sweetest thing.
anyway, watch me here, ha?
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XoXo,
Marianne
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A light to burn all the empires/so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be/in love with all of these vampires/so you can leave like the sane abandoned me
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"I know the difference between myself and my reflection, yet I can't help but to wonder, which of us do you love?"
Breathe No More/Amy Lee
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