7 deviants said BostonWhy stay?

It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.

Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.

Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston. 6 deviants said RebirthFlower withers, dies.
Stem falls, soil swallows seed.
Life begins again. 4 deviants said New BeginningsThe furniture has been taken out and shuffled,
Windows have been changed, not just the curtains.
The past was named again to stop the virus from spreading.
I have danced around the house to chase away your ghost,
Clanging the pot lids loudly on well-prepared stew.
I have set the table for only myself and knocked over my offerings to you. 3 deviants said The Revolving StaircaseThe Revolving Staircase was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The gold cogs and wheels, the jewelled pivots all glittering in the dim light, just as the ivory steps seemed to glow with a subtle radiance all its own.

Round it turned about its central pole – almost serpentine in the slow manner that it slithered upward, toward the source of the mysterious light that fell dimly around The Staircase. No one knew where The Staircase led to or where that light originated from. But all agreed upon the fact that the answers to both mysteries were the same place.

She had often wondered why no one had bothered to simply get on the staircase 2 deviants said 1 deviant said All Too MuchAll too much I miss you all
And every tear like a waterfall
that rolled down my weary eyes
When came the time for our goodbyes--
When I had left. But in our hearts
We in secret swore to keep these parts
Of memories sweet and bitter, too,
For through remembrance of our pasts
We may again ignite our hearts
And all too much I miss my home
Where I always had a place my own,
Where the sun was young and skies much bluer
Where not a word would sound so cruel,
From where I left. But in my heart
I took an oath to keep in mind
Our memories sweet and bitter, too,
For through remembrance of our pasts
We may again ignite our hearts
And all too much I miss my friends
Whose great devotion had no end,
Whom I had trusted with my life
And who for me would even die,
Whom I had left. But in our hearts
We in secret swore to keep these parts
Of memories sweet and bitter, too,
For through remembrance of our pasts
We may again ignite our hearts 
But most of all I miss my Love -
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