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While you sit with Nausikaa in the garden, I pore over the oldest books in Pythas’ library—a few as old as the Dreadnought Kingdom—and pray to find some spell or charm to cure you. You’d tell me not to lose my soul, but without you, I’d have no soul left to lose.
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Profundity of
empirical symmetry
unflappable charm
pushing a canard
A whisper
brooking ill
Night dissolves
to day
& steps
lead further
& further away
Ontological certainty
of an end
yet to come
Paradox
of pain
leaving this soul at last
& finally numb
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I track Lord Karth to the Silent Forest, where he plans to perform the Sethi Ritual. If I can kill him first, I’ll send his soul to Shul.
Before I reach Karth’s entourage, though, the captain of the Red Guard steps out of the trees, dressed in his traditional war armor.
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“It's #tradition—"
“To sacrifice a virgin girl every full red moon? No."
“But the bloodmoon rises only once every #mass year—"
“I'm #sorry is that supposed to make me feel better? But...I may consider it if you volunteer your daughter, counselor.”
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I
The drums of #war beat a heavy beat
The sky turns black, the earth beneath
The nations clash, their clash a roar
To stand and watch, nothing more
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"Cut" the director called. "We have to #retake the scene. A bloody #dove flew in front of the camera again"
They'd been at this all night, wasting precious production dollars
#Higglest sighed
It had taken ages to train the dove.
Worth it
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You read me well when the air travels misty like flesh unsettled in winter. It breathes in an ideal, slow wickedness that obscures our moonlit due, reality a gossamer bang when seemingly dark ever afters go into mornings crisp as our uncommonly few. #FridayKiss #vss365 #vsspoem
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I am torn apart,
Scattered
On bitter winds of empathy ,
Lost inside a cyclone
Of twisted emotion,
Understanding nothing
And yet~
Above me,
The midnight reflections,
How they sing,
How they dance,
Lighting the sky with such colours,
~
Are they me?
Am i made of stars..
Ukranian horses, sunflowers, and star light
The tractors, the city, and river at night
Traditions
Revisions
The heroes' love of home is the enemy's blight
#vss365 star
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