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Deep within the veiled by the flowing waters of the Everfalls, was a concealed cave. The Craven hid and orchestrated their next attack on With in their hearts and swords in hand, it was time for revenge.

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2020-06-22

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

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2020-06-21

Boiling kettle
Tea at the
Ready
Pours Water
Hands aren’t
Steady
Scalding pain
It burns my brain
Tea forgotten
Who’s to blame
Me
My Shame
Seeps deep
I am no
Longer
The same
Where once
Was beauty
Now is
Maimed
Just breathe

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2020-06-19

A mermaid sings evening song
floating amid the deep colorful benthos
wearing a totem of love
keeping it at all above
summons the rain
when she cries out of pain
deep in the penetralia
of a rainforest
writing a story of
a lost moon
shadows

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2020-06-19

She bent over the microscope to examine the latest samples of the divers brought. There was a kind of blue-green algae she hadn’t seen before. The boat lurched, & she yelled, ”Keep it steady!”
”Boss?”
”What?” she snapped.
He pointed at the Loch Ness Monster.

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2020-06-17

He left without discussion, listening to those who raised him in exchange for full obedience. They held the titles 'mother' & 'father yet never warmed him as families do. His memory lays tangled with benthos.

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2020-06-17

I have these
Words in
My head
I need
To release
I begin
To write
Suddenly I
Stop
Realizing
It’s my soul
I’ve pored out
Cut open and free
My heart is beating
In my throat
I just want to
Express my feelings
I wear my heart
On my sleeve
It bleeds
So I
Just Breathe

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2020-06-13

We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

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2020-06-13

Zombie wander, no wonder. 'Life' too Zombie eat boxed 'brai meals' to get by, avoids noisy zombies & weird human things. But then Zombie find smartphone on parachuted human. Didn't reanimate. You ask for human, find Zombie, keep talking. Emotional

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2020-06-12

I heard a sapid voice on the breeze, maternal and full as the peonies on Grandma's kitchen table. I must've smiled because his eyes swelled with a bitterness that spread over his face like a virus—unready for a mother's wrath.

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2020-06-11

Her tarot reader put a label with the slyest little fox on the She drank one at the stand while the tarot reader shuffled.
'This is the fourth one I've bought. Shouldn't it have worked?'
'Takes a while. It's like that way.'

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2020-06-10

Twas a languorous evening when a peevish pixie spotted rows upon rows of mortals performing the death salute. Finding no jest about it—despite their wide grins—she brandished a magnificent brick.

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2020-06-08



The aurora that radiates
From a soul
Shines
Even throughout
The darkest of times
For you cannot quench
Love
Beckons from the heart
And permeates the mind
For what seeps through
Is kind
Kindness, goodness
And strength
Remains
Undaunted
Unchanged

8 25
2020-06-07

She walks
across the bridge
of dreams
over the slough
of broken hearts
Her parasol
of crimson
covers love
that comes
in fits and starts
But her lovers
know the truth
with exogenous words
they still impart.


~Art~

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2020-06-05

The cold would be sloughed off our shoulders where tomorrow's morning spills; and gravity would take us to a home away from home where the only things falling from the skies are rain, snow, and petals softer than silk. 5

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2020-06-05

Gold rush

We see the sorrow of tomorrow
that stops the of raindrops
from falling and so
present to mend a heart of gold.
✍🏽#vss365

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2020-06-05