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Time can be a tight fist trying to catch rain while hiding beneath an oak tree whose foliage is thicker than closed minds. I'd rather let it be fluid as the water between the hills near...#ProjectFairytale 1/2

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2021-03-15

Winter whispered into our homes and we'd underestimated its bellwether portent of woe. Avarice wept on our fortresses, blizzards made roads into 1/3

6 36
2021-03-14

Sharp are the blades of broken wonder
Thorns pierce the edge of my serrated heart
My face is veiled to hide the scars
When the roses return, will the pain will depart?




5 15
2021-03-04

There's a lost soul inside the misanthropic Chenoo that wanders graves where flowers grow, where there is hope after death & its maelstrom of ghosts. In his ice heart is a land where moss lives though all... 1/2

6 27
2021-03-02

The brumous limbo of winter held the warmest days and nights. Gentle sun-fire on my skin, skies abundant with stars, and intoxicating fondness uncovered past an open door.

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2021-02-19

"The best lives are lived w/ simple heart," Halmeoni said. "All are leaders and sheep cresting opulence as feathery snow, all may fall w/ wonder or sorrow, all may melt... 1/2

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2021-02-17

The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

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2021-02-14

Rivers in my veins
and oceans in my heart,
a jackdaw's curiosity
tickled to the stars,
no endeavours
are pointless
though unkempt
they may be,
a love beyond time
marked to receive.
NOM NOM.

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2021-02-10

In the house where no living roam, a spirit lays dreaming of hearts suspended over oceans brimming with hope. She knows no disappointment and no alarm yet sees no path to sail upon. 421

10 52
2021-02-09

His voice is unmistakable. It's a secret note left on forgotten petals that stain my yesterdays—a melody heard in beloved fictional gardens brighter than noon walks in orange groves with a friend. I remember it most while eating buttery mash. 5

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2021-02-06

Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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2021-01-26

I happened upon a door to treasures hidden in sight—a rumoured sea of constellations and sunken lights. Temptation isn't always bad, you see. It gives us optimistic license to doors closing off missing worlds. 4

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2021-01-14

Once upon a still winter sat a young girl called Aeliana. Her eyes carried rivers' glimmer and blooms arose upon her light in seasons where death was more... 1/3

7 40
2021-01-11

We can't get refunds on bad moments or omit the motley of sorrows and confusion they'd stored in our hearts, but we can allow spiritual king vultures with their... 1/2

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2021-01-04

Some believe these dreams foresee potent hopes for harvest. If true, I'll exuberantly return to our land of abundant waving poppies to view restored voices w/ fingers crossed, head haloed w/ sunflower petal scraps. 3

8 50
2020-11-05

Nothing dilutes a panther's grace. As leaves mess & turn with gusts, as zinnias blossom in honour, as milestones come & go—their energy will forever stay. That is practical in its own right.

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2020-08-30

"As humans advance into the skin equivalent of crumpled paper, they presumably grow wiser. However, this one only gets bolder & sees no fault in his hugged set "wisdom"—the ecstatic bastard," she huffs.

8 46
2020-08-27

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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2020-08-22

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.

7 38
2020-07-29

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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2020-07-24