But your deception fails. The space between lemonade skies' rescue & the void's jealousy becomes filled w/alexithymia again; & the being drinks it from your bluing lips. 𝘙𝘶𝘧𝘧! 𝘎𝘙𝘙𝘙. 6

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Such glory in far fractals, making senses brittle when they twine w/ our sights. Like a picturesque vertigo from great heights from the adventurous torn love between clouds & falling snow.

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Bouquets: often given as part of a celebration or forgiveness catalyst—but no matter how lovingly watered in pleasing vases, their flowers will wilt in immured gloom. I know such sad days away from the sun.

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He sits somewhere between the lilac & navy of my heart, a crumbling treasure that led away firm monsters & bolstered my love for blueberries & their tendency to stain lips like kisses.

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We laid our glass bones on a verdant yard as leaves shivered in breathtaking whispers. You called me beloved and asked why I couldn't stay forever. When I woke, aduantas holed the air where you were.

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Not that it mattered. All fell into a hush as we found ourselves wondering how time moved fast as that storm. Hours came and went, making way for a sheer velvet moon to grace our eyes. Then arrived a powder sugar dragon. 6

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"I'm afraid your brother's soul has suffered trauma from their venom," Nurse Parker said. "They're a species with an incurable virus that invades parts of our mind that bleed deeper than tangible."
"But where are his eyes?" 364

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Then a hail storm greeted us midway. I dared a hand out my window & met constant thorns, from which Tristan crowned me Champion of Wonder. The snow-like sand would be my reward after crystal deluge. 3

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Bristles on my bones were wiped away by the encompassing wind, its poetry howling lavender in my ears. We drank in razor greens and blues, tasted bright belief in each breath. What a day to be with friends again. 1

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There is no map to connect this planet to where we go when our hearts are emptied & all songs built on carefully blooming buds wilt, but there is mystery in the breeze that finds us when life feels unsure.

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You say you don’t like her. What is it? The cilantro hair? The way she’s always late to everything, even her own party? The constant flash of iridescent dragonfly wings?
You’re not ready, Mr Frost, but I adore her. I am ready for her warm embrace.

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My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

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The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

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Deceit lays on desperate tongues, having manifested from seeded betrayal. When spoken, it waits for love to breathe it in, coats lungs holding clear aired philosophies with an awkward, sweltering strain.

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We make lovely things an allusion to someplace great only met after death. It's in first bites of favourite foods & how flavours linger different on every part of one's tongue, how clouds yawn to clear thoughts anathema.

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Gremlins are petty creatures w/ a serial notion to blemish those who suffer others in their vortex. You might find your stolen peace embargoed by them from dawn to night if someone calls for aid. Guns won't save you.

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When one spells her name under their breath, it must kiss the ocean. That is how you beckon a love drowned. I tried it, one day, lips fried from the salt spraying from pistol tides against boulders.

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It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

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The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

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An abbreviated era of everything beautiful in each season will remain in all things, no matter the chaos birthed from errors ignored. There is compassion in rain, snow, and even hale. All bathe the earth.

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