Anne Arkee: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES

You take my hand and guide me there Ready to be devoured Thunder in my ears, licking my lips My heart is a choir of fuck yes

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Anne Arkee: Everytime I am forgiven.

Boundary pusher, chaos rider With eyes opened wider Hellfire in my bones

Anne Arkee: My Body Is Alarm

His touch is my only release; he is gasoline and my body is a fire alarm  I should heed the warning my head is screaming  Yet, I succumb to his kiss, his eyes, his body again. 

Anne Arkee: My memory is in love with you

Nicotine stained fingers and a coffee cup Its way past 3 but I'm still up.

Anne Arkee: I’m sorry that I left you back there

To let you go was to set myself free To become the absolute very best me

The Bedlam Papers: I’m Sorry that I left you back there

To let you go was to set myself free To become the absolute very best me .