The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

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Rivers in my veins
and oceans in my heart,
a jackdaw's curiosity
tickled to the stars,
no endeavours
are pointless
though unkempt
they may be,
a love beyond time
marked to receive.
NOM NOM.

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Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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I happened upon a door to treasures hidden in sight—a rumoured sea of constellations and sunken lights. Temptation isn't always bad, you see. It gives us optimistic license to doors closing off missing worlds. 4

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The sun went missing for ten unholy days after her magic inkwell spilled, staining the world in shadow. We couldn't forget the end, reviewing... 1/2

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"Why so much responsibility to a self-proclaimed vigilante always yelling 'wicked' from the highest point as though it's a game of Marco Polo?" Thad asks, dumbfounded.
1/2

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The daughter with crystal eyes will meet you when the moon lays half behind fog's curtain and crickets stop chirping. You'll find your ears pulsing erratic until the drums begin to rip—1000 pins bleeding into them.

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Rumours can be delectable things once the delirium ceases & breath trembles toward sideways fate. Suppose their armada of laughter at another's forced ruin had changed earlier. I needn't bother. 392

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We leave invisible fingerprints in the sky for when our mortal lives come to a close, hoping a pure as new snow turns them into steps while we odyssey up the river where heroes and the saved are one.

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I will shelter you with my shadow
by the vengeance sunlight
of this contemporaneous October.

Every night you will feel me... — intensely,
deeply tenderly... loving you enigmatically
as you've never been loved.
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it is afternoon; I'm reading your words
written with the ink of your molecules

they drip daily, drop by drop, joy, hope,
love, [that motley exciting DNA of yours]

passed just a few minutes… — I smile…
don't you feel our friendship as a gift?

Ty Wilson

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