A variety of substances lined the shelves behind Shanks's bar. Alcohol was the most popular, of course, and the Good Thyme Inn supplied limitless ale. Cookie and Eggy crafted medicinal and magical potions, too, for those with unique needs or tastes.

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my heart
at the sight of you

beyond tranquility, and peace
brought

from

under a forested sun
green, and blue

morphing
into yellow shaded hues

where
light and dark dance, and play
beautiful tunes

a never ending
cascade
of

I love you

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They duck they dive, bob & weave. & turn inside her brain.

The tendrils of doubt, layered with disbelief took her hopes & dreams by stealth 1 @ a time remaining unnoticed.

1 day she looked in the mirror—
“Who is that old person looking back?”

She had faded away

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There's a recurring villain twist. None see themselves in a dark mirror. Each their own superhero; a superior species. Wealth and privilege are only two of the gateway drugs to evil. Victimhood is another. He only eats people because they ate him first. Metaphorically.

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It’s always a turn of events, no?
Sometimes true; maybe trued better by us doing better.

90°; 180°; other times, 360°
— obverse, inverse, we sometimes see what’s correct.

If not at least trued now, over time—
We all will make it
Right.




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I my sword in the side
The creature screams
It's tail collides with my kitchen table splattering the wall with my favorite teapot and blueberry
Bother
Why do creatures always materialize before I've had my toast?

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The night's are covering us
The demon of passion is in a
For a thousand years
we have been the first earthlings
caught in the same spiritual love
who transformed our flesh into light.

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A Robin in the sky
I watch by
Feeing a soul
I believe I know
Letting me feel
They are watching
Closely over
A guardian angel
Always close by
In disguise

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Flutter us wayward
We are cinderella suns
And midnight slippers of the moon,
Poetry unbuttoning
Transcendence
In the reeds of skeletal blooms~
Pendulum sways of whisky dirt
To turnstile library reaper wings,
But of everything
We are yet to be,
Are we love..or are we sin,

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Wink if you should want me
I know the color of your eyes
Like rich Columbian coffee
Set my lips upon a smile
You are the petals in the flora
My sultry dancer on the night
You are the taste of Sunday morning
Mi Bonita ‘til I die

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Friends Emma & Marcia stumble out of the cafe after too much wine. Emma gazes at the nite sky then starts winking.
“Somethin’ wrong with your eye?”giggled Marcia.
“Since the stars are winkin’ at us, it’s only polite to back!”
“So whatcha gonna do for the moon?”

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Rocks, gloomy monks
with seaweed beards
whisper omens
is the night
Every thunder,a small death
Humpback Winter drills minds
Now in blurry waters
A Tempest is born
It's the hour of wonders
when humans hide
deeper thoughts under pillows
Saying "it's just a storm"

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Brandy Noone was the original quiz kid whose made her a fine lass in Henry's eyes. The Palmy team had an feel and it wasn't just from winning. There's that crazy little thing called love too

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fingers grasping rope
angels, fairies call me
strings of lustful hope

it is the we seek
toss a pink slipper high
among my legs you peek

envy, nature is blushing
foreplay, nature’s child
I melt, my blood rushing

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are you brave enough
to hold my hand in the dark
to face the fears that haunt me
are you strong enough
to bear the weight
of my shadows
will you stand with me
through the storms?



📸via Dark Beauty Mg.

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what? we asked
a celebrity physicist fellow—
"Dark Energy" he final worded
with the confidence of dropped
bombs; "Fuck that" we knew
His brains stopped @ Jell-O ...
"You should spell 'Dark Yellow'"

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my own. Art created using A.I. Wombo Dream app

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A dark faceted jewel—chaos in prismatic hues—shiver-gleams in the void.
It's not instantly recognisable as a spirit shattered into countless pieces; a big bang core of necro stars screaming one pitch beyond hearing. This grim fate worse than death, offers no answers...
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antlers strong, bent
roaming in the veins
of earth shadows
giant the spirit moose
spraying his grey mist
seeking refuge from
hoarfrost imminent
o-yan-do-ne flings his
cold rains upon earth
sun rising in the
frozen by a spirit beast

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Sometimes I get this craving
to turn back around
and head
Back to my roots.
But then I remember
that those roots were never nourished
so they died.

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