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She rubbed her arms to keep the chill from sticking to her bones. Turning to the hearth, she made quick work of tending to the flame. It consumed her with a spark, taking on a human shape, finger-like tendrils & crackling eyes awaiting her command.

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2022-12-12



Immorality begets
The doctor~
Faucets of oblivion
To turn rotational breaths..

Boneyard whispers
Of dirt grit shallow hollows
Weaving tissued scissors,
Down your skin~

To collide the night..
With death,



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2022-12-12

Shadows crawl across white walls
Skeletal keys rattle on anxious hips
Entrails weave through iron bars
Narrow steel in empty veins, dip

Fear calls the of crows
Insanity bleeds into sinister smiles
In darkened corner it shows
As the scent of the plague, drifts

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2022-12-11

I’ll be that colorful little bird,
With a beautiful name,
Perched on a cinnamon tree,
A heavenly fragrance all around,
One last before flying high
Up the sky,
Not to be trapped in this world…

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2022-12-11

Their job was to excite the little soul within the new mother, to bring about the quickening. An easy and, to their they usually excelled. Sweet petals strewn about delighted most. Alas, this wee bairn craved blood, so the banal festivities went unnoticed.

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2022-12-10

never your loving
heart with
thoughts of
despair

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2022-12-09

She thought of her father and how they'd found him in the game. Henri had no idea how long he'd been a pawn in Val's plot.

Em glared at Lucian. "Why are you grinning? How long have YOU known?"

"Known what? That Valentin's a the pirate chuckled. "Ages."

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2022-12-09

Maniac of words
making my mark
on a million pages
Ripping to shreds
the standard
rules of Love
Lighting fires
on every corner
Lifting screams
above the violent waves
Pumping my fist
at the impending
apocalypse
Writing between the raves



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2022-12-09

The hidden cords of dark existence
dressed in of virtue
while the immoral rapacity
carried out by proxy

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2022-12-06

Stardust manifests
as us dreaming of magic
yet to incarnate.

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2022-12-06

What words do spring forth from my lips
Gracious, loving, deliberate diamonds of bliss
Would be the dullest of rocks and stones
Without the filling these bones
Inflaming the deepest glow from within
Rising from the heart
This love letter must begin

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2022-12-04

Deep in the antique store
A magical lay forgotten
Until the new assistant found it
Polishing it she became instantly hypnotised
The deep spiralling colour holding her
It’s magic drawing out her & transferring it inside
no.929

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2022-12-04

We are necessarily the hero of the we dream up, but when it comes to the villains, there’s only so much we can borrow and the rest will have to be projections of our own inner potential wickedness, which is a better use of the negative energy.

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2022-12-02

They didn't see each other ever,
They just knew they were twin souls all along

Who had met ages ago,

They had a

The reunion of the divine souls has just begun!

The union is inevitable, imminent

Eagerly awaiting....
to be continued...


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2022-12-02

my lies
helpless, pinned
by forks, nudged
towards checkmate
by lock or choke,

but i escape & submit
my opponent, glimpsing
another inch of that
vast path between
competency & mastery.

i wonder...

how is beauty beheld both
in overcoming & in surrender.

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2022-12-01

She is a monument
standing on the
of my memories
marking the waters
that lead me home
A place where I feel
hope steeped
into my history

Hands follow hands
braiding the hair of their daughters
Generations of sacrifice
enduring love
feathering
& pearling sands

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2022-12-01


my darling
wrap your legs in mine
my body craves
torsos melt
our ballet creates
ceaseless love
stirring orange kisses
on twisted necks
releasing moans
white your hair
feathers grow
our cygnets swim
leaving us to frolic
never forget
the face of kindness
or malice

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2022-12-01

The stairs toward the attic squeak under our steps, now we are there, fresh lips, bodies glowing under the moonlight. Coming from a (‘) plumage a song invades my skin. The ghosts of the Crescent Park Looff Carousel go mad: “And I’ll dance with you in Vienna.”


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2022-11-30