Jack freezes upon seeing her in the chrome hull of a derelict ship. Staring back is someone with messy, bright red hair, the black dye she used to her late mother's image nearly faded after weeks of wondering space.

"Jack?" VERA asks.

"I'm fine."

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Try waxing
Epilators and lasers
Or hide your winter coat
Under jeans and blazers

I set the standard
For pins
No need for shaving
Or other things

This isn't a smile
Or rictus grin
It's the smug mug
A hairless win

Course, skin would be nice.
G Reaper Age Unknown.

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I wondered where the light had gone. Like the sin had been swallowed by a ravenous plague. And when the pandemic lanterns rocked their legs across the cobblestone. I saw the first face since it began. I saw the father of leprosy lurking in the darkness.

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In My Garden

...is where all my little secrets reside—
a spicy southern garden like a
treasure chest forbidden for you to look inside. 🤫✍🏽#vss365

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The sniffed, sensitive nose twitching at the in the air, sensing the of my escape
I dug deeper into the stall
The vendor cowered beside me
I unsheathed my sword
I didn't want to fight

The rider was my brother

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Next Time🦋

In my
life can at the
drop of a dime or like
a catchy with a
teardrop & in
mind. So, I quibble like
colorful butterflies that
nibble and nibble and
nibble—until next time.
✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

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Happenstance

A little pinot, Miles Davis, a good book—that’s my & I’m sticking to it like an —I swim upstream, feeling like it’s all a dream—#folded nice & neat like a napkin or maybe by happenstance is what happened.🤔✍🏽

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I have seen the birth of planets. I have laughed as dimensions collapse. You are no different from the verse you inhabit. You are born with a scream and you die with a whimper.

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"Scan complete. Organism not for Dalkiens," VERA confirms.

A hungry Jack pokes the raw meat of her game as it cooks over the fire. She then looks up, past her landed ship and into the remote planet's sky, wondering if this is a of things to come.

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These art pieces will make you & think o Rabbie’s ‘To a Louse’

“O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!”

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A yawn echoes in the Manticore's cockpit

"Fifteen hours searching and still no safe haven," Jack remarks.

"Except in this part of space," VERA adds.

"Yeah," Jack sighs, laying onto the cold floor of her ship's cramped back compartment. She hoped to at least

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"Gideon is no demon, but a fiend; ruthless and vile in ways unknown. He is a path and a way—one of many to follow. And his sin, so wicked yet divine in its simplicity, is that he won't when the moment comes, but stand vigilant to ensure the survival of his kind."

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Apostles
on the river Styx
Cowered
on the ship of fate
Unctuous lies
grown in thespian hearts
Living pagans
Persephone's art

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They spoke of a lunatic in the mountains. One speaking of poison and a key. What does he mean? I was on a hunt for a pack of rogue giants when I was told he could help me. I found that lunatic. I didn’t expect him to be the mountain. I didn’t expect such a grin.

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eventide inside the garden
it falls down like a galaxy lover
his verse is worse than stern
evil and empty fully cored poetry
tendon delicate with emotional energy
bowing stars whisper that
his book is made of eerie
the chapters gilded in girl power

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A theory about nasty cyclists is that loose pants allow for one or more testicles to be squeezed between a and the saddle.
Has been known to happen to cowboys too.

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I grew tired of being what I wasn’t. It tore at my darkening heart. In the end, I had to realize I wasn’t destined for the path I chose. This was my path. My path with my inner demons.

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A deal's a deal. I gave you what you wanted. I allowed you to indulge in your dreams. You never mentioned you had an aversion towards constant death. Now, it's over and it's time to collect when the count reaches 666. Let me asked you before you're mine...was it worth it?

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Mask

My thinks happiness is a myth where spirits wear masks in the eye of a needle, but myths are like people—they change from moon to sunshine taking to the awake all night—bringing joy, hope, and power to transcend into the light.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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🎭The POETs’ lover was her a unicorn, he was rare, colorful, mystical & magical. Sent from the divine, right on time like a gift in the or a shining star that twinkles near & far—my ecstasy was a dream—hell, you know what I

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