Chosen for your smile
The one I yearned to clone
I brought you to my lair
And stole it for my own
It now hangs like a millipede
No matter how it's sewn
That is when I learned
Joy is more than what is shown

(🎨 mine)

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Whimsical blights dolloped his newsboy cap from midday runs through the park: pigeon poop vivid as eggs sunny-side. He was a tank of a man—shoulders too wide to edge silence & feet too large to whisper at night, but with hands to halo his little angel's head.

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They cast their acatalepsy into the auroras & watched as all spilled into beloved rivers. Not a curse loomed in melancholic whispers that led gossamer orchestras to their last ceremonies. No disgust laid disguise over heroics where gardens grew from torsos.

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I loved all of the native stories for this week. It's like you've all always been here! Congratulations as ever to my top five: , , , and !

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Their unheard melodies took chaos & journeyed them through shadows heavy as graves until they became obsolete; & she harboured the pain as scars on her skin with no tensity. Over time, daisies grew in their place. Paw prints trailed behind her. "구미호." 3

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I the fence, inches from the creature's razor teeth. I don't need senses to smell its rotting breath. I slump against the barrier, exhausted. I won't try to sneak into Disneyland after-hours again. They're not kidding about the guard dragon.

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