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Writer/literary editor/blogger/vegetarian. In my free ti—Ooh, maple syrup! *ahem* I write YA, SF&F, Contemporary, poetry, Horror. 안녕하세요 My words are under my ©.
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We watched them march through midnight, uniforms with boundless blood edges. As told, everyone hid from view, since bilateral relationships don't exist with them. Only venal. Then we saw a little boy face down in mud.

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It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

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Eons windswept
by forgotten hands,
taking yours
where freedom
is sowed
in whispers.
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The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

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Their voice flashes
in muted hues,
lukewarm
on ceramic skin,
making rich
the life in my breaths,
sonorous
the orchestra
from bones within.
Over, beneath, atop, around
those grassy hills
my fingers swoon,
their thought-hushing
billows
buoy.
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Its face opened, resembling a fast-blooming flower made of flesh. Streams of spittle burst forth at its cry between a mess of fangs & the prospect of meeting one is supposedly rare. The air was almost cold enough to burn my skin. Demogorgon. I'm ashamed to keep this... 1/2

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The groves used to hold a sweet nectar breeze that followed the most derelict hearts home. It'd buckle a room's acerbic air, urging masks to fall & lungs to drink—but demons hold more power than angels now.

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An abbreviated era of everything beautiful in each season will remain in all things, no matter the chaos birthed from errors ignored. There is compassion in rain, snow, and even hale. All bathe the earth.

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Infinite sun
surrounds my bones,
transparency
in perspective
lays in breaths
forest-grown,
a lone body
clasped
in grief's water
yet kissed
by poetic truth,
immeasurable life
in all its pain
and blissful hues,
—期—会.
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Hearts needn't be decades lived in to feel another's ostensible smile. Scarred books may insinuate being well loved but dulled eyes are born from its opposite.
"Don't stare, little one."
"But a Kraken's going to eat that boy."

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