Live as if it were the end of time. As if you had abandoned your life for sanctity. As if you were picking up instant joy from the wisteria-infused mist. And, above all, don't forget to tomorrow's dawn.


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Blood mixed with sweat drips from the cut on my lip. Attempt to stem it with my tongue. I the bitter taste, it means I'm still alive. My body is achingly numb, my nostrils fill with the stench of charred flesh. I ready my sword and charge toward the dragon.

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As a notoriously condemned Sirius sought the help of a to save him from the wrath of the church.

With and magic, they uncovered a conspiracy that shook the foundation of the clergy.





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We live in a world taken by darkness
What was once happy and carefree now lost
Division tears us all to shreds
As overlords look down on us all well fed
Gorging on hate and violence
We need a to stop the tyrants
Kindness, the only way
Turn the other cheek I pray

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"Do you expect an apology... to give you a mea culpa for everything we've done? You're mad, GINNY," he said, punctuating the nickname. "Nothing of who you are would have happened without me. I am the that created the Nature..."

"Enough, wizard."

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Me. Myself. And I.©️

Quick as a lick, he snuck
a passionate kiss and
smudged my lipstick.
And memories of my
greatest is
when ego meets discernment.
There, I reside in my space,
the perfect to evolve.🦋

✍️🏽#bravewrite

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The stars shown
As diamonds hanging
In the velvet night

Eyes full of wont
Body so warm

All were the
To her heart to pound
Her body responding
To his desire

Melding together
Fire hotter than
The sun

A cosmic dance

A fusion
Of love

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The acceleration
of my
transformation
process
was dizzying
What was
the
What was
the element
that changed me
from a carelessly
cooing white dove
to a solitary
cautious
hawk?
Your
cruelty

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My heart rejoices
Watching your face: you feel
Asleep in my arms

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Amidst the darkness,
Her heart was
a shining light,
in her refuge.

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A gentleness lays in the poet's undergrowth. It sings w/daffodils & waters our flesh w/ camellias. I breathe the birdsong from words they provide, & in the business of discombobulated purpose among life's flickering bulbs, all twines whole & safe again.

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He
heavy stones
blocking his way

The old jacket
warming up his loneliness

The desperate cries
in his troubled mind

The clinics
hiding his
superb intelligence

For time is not right
and people aren't ready
for him

Cherished he will always be
by my humble soul

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The final lines blur as ink stains the page
The poem is
Like a lion confined to a cage
To live, it must run wild and free
To fly, it must become what no lion can be
Tell us, dear butterfly of the air
Give us your secret and share
Words
Like those of a prayer

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In this realm of beauty and light,
Where self-care is always in sight,
The flowers bloom with glee,
And the birds sing with jubilee,
Come and join, little fawn, take flight.

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If I could build a house
From moonlight
And ocean waves,
Braid it, with butterflies
And potpourri,
Our footsteps of love
Would be written..magical,
In the stars,
To always…stay,



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📷Wallpaper cave

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The is filled with the stench of rotting
In the for the stall, I notice a figure in the mirror behind me.
When I turn around, nobody is there. Inside the stall, I see smoky letters dancing by the wall:
"Can you scream?"


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I am winded
from inhaling your words,

drowning

in the pauses
where thoughts float
and bubbles lace my crown.

I am restless
in the silence where our magic
still echoes in the navy blue.

There, I wait;

valves
and I beat to your rhythm
with a leaky heart.

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me from faith,
And duties,
From ties and reason,
Until there’s no barriers
No restrictions,
How can love be beautiful
Without you?
Wish for one night of dark
Confessions,
I’ll trade wisdom for freedom,
To keep you by my side…

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Silver sorrowed skies
& damp dim lit morns
her tears are never ceasing

I envy her ways
her ashen grays
each drop softly

Even willow trees
their tendriled leaves
living postured, so to cry

Know after each rain
after each pain
holds healed & hopeful skies

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