aosora

United Arab Emirates

meet me there someday

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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked it is quiet by chrysanthemums&ink (United States)

3 days ago

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aosora (United Arab Emirates) published:

hanahaki

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i watch this solemn fanfare/ and marvel at how agony sprawled across your face/
there was little noise in the seamlessness of a clogged throat/
you always said i was far too cold to exist/
like all space i inhabited was but a laughable farce/
but i am lesser than the underside of somebody's shoe/ 
this universe and my gaping chest entranced you to no end/
marigolds burst forth between your lips/ 
a fountain of guilt cascading on empty tongues/
...
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9 days ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked [body] image by naomi ling (United States)

20 days ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked Chicago O'hare Airport: AA Terminal 3 by chrysanthemums&ink (United States)

20 days ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked song by chrysanthemums&ink (United States)

21 days ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked the multiverse’s me by sunny.v (United States)

21 days ago

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aosora (United Arab Emirates) published:

now we're strangers

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[for you i found a vent in the bottom of a coal mine
just enough space for your hands in the inside]


now we're strangers
and the crevice yawns like madmen 
stuck under the photo booth
razor blue rust dancing by the poolside
and weary bones of one too many 
roadtrips culminating in bonfire ash and
cold fireworks.
the prowess of living in my skin limits
itself to the faux nostalgia of things 
so deplorably mundane like 
glass teeth setting...
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24 days ago

26

aosora (United Arab Emirates) published:

rosewater

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the allure—so vast and carefree.

perhaps something is ending. 
two lone waves break into blue mouths;
laughable, like the taste of farthings stuck
under cold boots. miles away, the moon 
pours herself bonfire whiskey. dead constellations
need no mourning, no chalices filled with inebriated
sleep.
in this magnanimous womb, nothing smells like
nothing; glass bones steeped in rosewater.
early dawn bathed in red, a ghost town so very in love

with silver lights, car crashes, two gunshots and a
caterwaul.  ...
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24 days ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked black / swan (thank you for 100!!) by naomi ling (United States)

about 1 month ago

aosora (United Arab Emirates) liked fruit by antizoeclub (United States)

about 1 month ago