I must scourge your exhistence
I must you from my space
I must emerge from this much stronger
I must urge me to be nothing but great


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in a
silence
of the
stary night
I listen to
the stars
telling
the tales
of our love
beyond
the horizons
written on
the sky
with the
divine ink
forbidden
on the earth
and made
my heart sink

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”My Coat of Armor”

...might be gray in color, but it's a mystical & magical shield of protection by God. It’s a joyful of peace & the strong survive & the weak can thrive, by all measures in a of pleasures.✍️🏽#vsspoem

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Aubie was a but it didn't take her cheekbones to tell you that. It was her curled, almost elf-like right ear that spoke to the aristocracy in her blood. Funny, how one indulgent CRISPR edit, generations ago, could shift her fate today.

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Truth was that Rory had always been But even before deciding to begin their transition, people had consistently misgendered, made fun of, and ignored them. What Rory had not expected, however, was how freeing it felt now to be nothing at all.

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The Prophecy

One fine day
The sky would come
Down looking for you
And you'll met up halfway
If it asks you to join her up there
What do you honestly think you'd say?

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Poetry that
Begets poetry
Is in fact poetry
Such abstraction
Trips an unworldly
Cerebro-intellectual
Creative chain reaction
Of which we all are the links
Some attending, some missing
Kudos for being one of the igniters
In this world full of intellect-extinguishers
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So, Here’s the Tea

...whether you place your bets with a bookie or me: ”Champagne cocktails, chocolates, a dinner date with a while I for sugar & spice, oh, so nice, until it’s routine—until, I can say what I mean.”✍️🏽#vsspoem

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Mother Earth watches and judges
As her Sun drops diamonds
Into his sister Ocean
Filling her with sparkling laughter
And their cousin Wind breathes
In smiles, exhaling peacefulness

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A tantalizing tales
The details illegible
Rhymes and whimsy
Of a mystic's parable

A note of a song
Becomes a lover's letter
A white flag waving
Signifying a siren's

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"How? How does that cock-bag have an much less 1 that has 5000 shock troopers ready?"

It was the pixie queen, Zara, who answered. "How is unimportant right now. Our choice is fight or I know what I choose. Are u with me?"

"We're with u!"

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"Will u be my through glorious victory or soul crushing defeat?"

"I will & I will ensure in victory your soul isn't corrupted by power nor in defeat will I let u to despair. Do u swear to do the same for me?"

"I so swear, & give u my soul."

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Written oasis
It only takes opening a book
You find yourself in world
Rough and tumble
Slow and soothing
The exquisite etiquette of invitation
To imagine...



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Chameleon Spirit

Poets feel to opine on love—and test the limits within four walls—but the charming chameleon And if passion transcends illusions on Valentine’s Day—chameleon spirits shed their skin to come out & play.😉🔥✍️🏽#vss365

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Blood continued to drip
Oh what a tale it told
The atlas contained a hidden story
Secrets of the wealth of old
Turmoil was the realm’s legacy
Nothing survived the encroaching tide
Just a haunted map of a haunted place
Where hands of power & plunder still reside


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Parallel realities
and the unknown variables
of change
burn like glass
against straw
I don’t need an atlas to know
where it’s going to ignite first
and where it will rage
Rebirth from ashes is difficult

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He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers. It was desperate. Pleading. Almost frantic. Like the first time he had kissed her.

Val drew away and slapped him. The sound—crack—echoed off the cinder block walls.

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Her dark eyes faded to Mars' ashen red, hair grew brittle as autumn leaves blown far from home. Frantic thoughts boiled in Mother's stare, but a queen must remain her hushed mask no matter how dire her child's state.

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job role lost
in off
cuts&pastes
tint lens
no more
well-heeled replaced
w/sealed-in
pinched
pasty-poor-face
survives on Greggs
finds cider dregs
swills sighs bent
spectre sway
lost stride
cldnt pay hi-rise
hi rent
sidewalk-eyed
low-skied
spent

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Her dream was so vivid, she could smell his amazing, wild scent. Taste the passion dripping from the kisses of the man with the white wings.

When her alarm blared, she wanted to cry... until noticing the single feather clutched in her hand.

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