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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

3 10
2020-02-11

"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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2020-02-11

"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."

1 13
2020-02-11

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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2020-02-09

Scars covering
our soft supple skin
pieces of us we hide
from the world,
but never from each other
the ugly truth giving us beauty
as we dance in the darkness

32R2
by Agnes Cecile

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2020-02-08

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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2020-02-08

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


2 7
2020-02-06

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

20 40
2020-02-05

Looking for words
to capture wonders of
brush strokes of
to paint beautiful pictures
but here you yourself
did it so much better
drawing on frozen ground
with ice & snow flowers
page in your of beauty


📷 from today

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2020-02-06

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.

0 11
2020-02-04

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.

12 58
2020-02-04

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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2020-02-01