Hovering above the choppy seas Sporky stares longingly at the spot where his mother was last seen, a single tear glistens by their two suns as he flys by the holographic totem in memoriam of his beloved mother.

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Within nebulas and broken stars, in the vast empty icy darkness...

Somewhere, there you are.

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Don’t waste your time with prompt words
They’ll spoil your randomness, now
Bolt over here and kiss me

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"Jenna, it's , what are you doing?"

"Huh, is it?" Jenna eyes lazily went across the holo-screen shkwing the prosthstic arm she was perfecting for her friend, and down to the clock she was fiddling "Opps. Sorry, mom."

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I was surrounded by people whose favourite habit was Eau de Ashtray. You needn't strain to see the smoke fumes dancing from their fingers. How could I entrust them with these dying tresses when even their coffee tastes secondhand?

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People become historical through those who love them. Though in a century, perhaps only the trees will see us in every rainbow; & the wind will remember what incompetent liars we were—but for now, I'm here. I'll still breathe you in.

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It was the year I grew muscle
We’d eaten more Lasagne than any other year, and fish was added in August. What she could do with Blue Grenadier brought tears to my eyes. I secretly hoped it would continue. The hungry years had left me ailing. by me.

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no death
only metamorphoses
you didn't leave us
but went to the land of life
where the flower
never fade
where time doesn't know
anything about
us
our scars
our wrinkles
where it's always morning
I will flourish my heart
where I live for you
and will live twice

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Digging deep isn't necessarily

All my feelings are close to surface
Love can never be to me

Every cell in my body is made from love...





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From your ancient lair
You call to me
Invade my dreams
Your vision I see
My body aches
My mind possessed
My innocence lost
I am cursed not blessed
I embrace the dark
I hold no fear
I drink from the Bloodstone
I am the monster here



🎞️Radu from Subspecies

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Hours fly above the ruins of
walls of inhibition. Unspoken chemistry burns shadows with volcanic heat. A love ode seats in throats thirsty for more. of If become passionnists of Now. Caught in carousel of desire,we inhale air of High Sea. No regrets. No denial

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Rational angels do not live here anymore
Wings turned black
Virtue lost in the search for knowledge
Fallen into the storm
I am rid of the regrets
Toss them on the gusty gale
One last time...
Will my faced be turned
To the servitude of heaven


🎨KirstenStar

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BOOM! I hit 1k! Thanks to the and people for making me a somebody! And my non-writing pals, too. I have taken a picture to commemorate...haha. Although I think I should celebrate 1,004 cuz I'm sure there's at least 4 sexbots following me.

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If passion were a perfume
Its would be surrounding me
on satin sheets, the wafting breeze
the lingering essence of you



(Gif: Pinterest)

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After looking up the origin of the word , it was easy for Jenna Isusango to see why some classify her as such. Not that her life was easy when people see you morph black claws and serrated teath on a emotional whim, but hey, she rolled with who she was.

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