Stories tell of a man that walks by day and flies like an owl by night. He dwells in the twisting gears of his castle fortress. Watching us mortals from above. With widened eyes and a hoot that echoes through the emerald mist.

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The android’s metal nails left gouges on the hardwood floor as she pulled herself towards the outlet. She slid through her owner’s blood, leaving a ruby trail. Her charge was almost She reached for the plug. He reached for her leg. Her robot eyes zapped and faded.

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Trapped in a of revolution - enlightenment alludes us!

stairway reappears as we bravely go where no one has gone before. In flagrante delicto we were forged in glorious ignorance we will flourish.



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I lay back
upon water’s skin:
let her cradle me
in fluid warmth
and take my weight
as I look up and lose myself in
cerulean depths of vapour light

Inhale it all

And float awhile
within my neon pink torus

Breath filled

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A flutist on the howling wind sought you upon a tenebrous descension. It was an enchanted night and you left your blanket fort—the safe zone—for a warm mausoleum. Foolish souls hear. Listen. 365

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and calm
Keep fear away
Like placing
Pieces of puzzle
Together
One-by-one
To reveal
A brighter outlook
And landscape
With two hearts
Beating as one
There’s hope
And love
To keep the wolves
At bay

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ε

When someone mirrors
our weakest point,
it expands, and
that space,
that void,
is filled with something
which belongs to
someone else,
or an
of almost nothing.
We need insight
about ourselves
before the world
pushes itself,
into our emptiness.


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"He spoke of calculus and epsilon. It brought thoughts on the sole recourse," she said, tossing stones into the truck.
"Was cutting his throat truly the only recourse?"
"He's home in hell, isn't he?"

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Hospitals here are like palaces
Never have I seen a building so elaborately decked out
By God I can spin a penny right off its marble floors
Epsilon, are you keeping abreast of what’s going on?
is mine

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Sinking deeper into the ice, I get pulled to the surface. Look out the window, houses are swallowed by black lightning. I hold my dog as he growls, the demon enters the room. I am aware he wants to enter my body. Eyes open shadows lurk in the corner.

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“It’s a game.
Rejection happens.
Water off a duck’s back, bro.
Keep it moving.”
“I see.”
“This pond is about fished out.”
“All the ponds are the same after a while.”
“I need to move to a bigger pond.”
“I’d rather be the big Drake here.”
“Pinioned, huh?”
“Alas.”

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The thief blinked as an in red and white literally flashed before her eyes, cutting down the oncoming mech with her sword in a shower of sparks.

The heavily toned, red head turned. "Just passing through."

The thief blushed. "Can I, uh, offer something?"

"Maybe."#vss365

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No matter the rain or bluster in clouds, he'd look up and see blue. Bristol boards would blossom with punched holes to create dappled light indoors and paper flowers were folded over candid conversation. Kind memories.

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The storm giants are a recluse species. They're wanderers. Mystics. Their castle only appears in the most violent of storms. At the peak of the tallest mountain. When there's been a great disturbance...an an enemy approaches.

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Damsel

In the absent mind, a lives but once to rescue his damsel in distress—a of interest—a of judgment—a test. Except, good, better, best—the ’damsel’ is anything but distressed.😂✍️🏽#Vsspoem

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Sinking deeper into the ice, I get pulled to the surface. Look out the window, houses are swallowed by black lightning. I hold my dog as he growls, the demon enters the room. I am aware he wants to enter my body. Eyes open shadows lurk in the corner.

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Come Up🦋

The of a caterpillar that dangles like a ripple effect where wonders fear not to the where butterflies

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The Ferris wheel turns
Like a kaleidoscope summer
It climbs up a rainbow
On a tapestry sun

It weaves me a picture
Thru a looking glass mirror
Over red fields of poppy
Melt away in July

Iridescent balloons
Of snow cones & starlight
Opaline blooms
Rising up in my mind

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You say you don’t like her. What is it? The cilantro hair? The way she’s always late to everything, even her own party? The constant flash of iridescent dragonfly wings?
You’re not ready, Mr Frost, but I adore her. I am ready for her warm embrace.

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It started as a dot shimmering in the dark. As if someone had cut a hole in reality.
It grew slowly as did our fear.
The now covers the whole We in last hugs and kisses as we fall into the light


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