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Embrace of the Unseen
Step into ‘Maturation of Curiosity,’ where a once-baby spider has grown into a nine-year-old girl with wooden legs, a delicate blend of the arcane and innocence. Framed against a backdrop of intrigue, a descending spider weaves threads that bridge past and present. Beside her, candles cast dancing shadows, embracing the girl’s evolving wisdom. With an…
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Crawling Out of the Frame
In an enchanted wood, a spider-baby, With a curious trait that made it shady, Crawled on wooden legs, searching for more, Until it found an apple to explore. Tempted by the fruit, it reached out its arm, And in that moment, the spider knew harm, It crawled out of the frame and disappeared, Leaving behind…
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A Lady in White
A lady in white, so fair and fine, In a classic scene, so divine. Her dress flows free, like a summer breeze, As she stands among, small picture frames with ease. But look up close, and you will see, Telephone wires, from her head free. A symbol of connection, so strong and true, A bridge…
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the inextricably interwoven unfolding of life
ups and downs exciting, frightening is it losing? Is it gaining? Let it go, grasping the begging rope is just pain. You’ll go down and down. Lose and lose Who’s watching in the dream? Is it a dream? The illusion is not a dream. Even if it gives a flower Thorn womb, making torn life
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Luna
my moon lay beside me in this night we are where we had to be come close to me where destined to be end will begin soon light will come soon so come lay down with me call me my moon call me by name that you gave to me
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Remember
remember remember all those good rare moments, that has been ended I want to keep the time there so that it doesn’t change, it doesn’t end but there is no way It went out of my hands I’ve lost it and never will be back
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Nemo
At the ocean of her room sea storm in her face it scratches counts days where Seasons are all the same Rain and rain, fall after fall she is a sunken ship without a name lost and forgotten Now her love’s a memory A ghost in the rain clouds rain is The tears she left…
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Labor Cage
The air around me feels like a cage what was supposed to be my life turned into my Cell all my surroundings became my prison of faith inside me growing a life feeding on my fears and living in my mind feels what I see waiting to will to be or not to be
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Appendix I
The brittle wind agitates my lustrous hair, making it seem – from a distance – as though it was, instead, the rippling mane of a wild horse raging across the placid desert. I do not care to suffer the greedy weight of a selfish rider skimming across my surging backbones anymore. My avid eyes predict…
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Momentum
Take a moment. Grab it, and look into it. The moments are freezing in there. Choose whatever version you want. Each moment is the same, and each moment repeats itself. Old snowflakes wander in-between all of your hand branches. All of its twists and turns they have been there many times before. In this game,…
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The Inverted Exclamation Mark.
I have concluded my journey and have finally found a simple seat of rest. My life is now lived within the caressing, cupping branches of a tree. In this way, I am very much like a compliant bird. I remember leaving the dependable ground a long, long time ago. I found this tree, you see?…
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The Delusionist’s Sleight of Mind.
Are you concentrating hard and observing closely? Trust me, you must not believe in what you think you see. Just looking at me will never be quite enough, because your eyes are cursed to be deceptive. Your earnest hands might reach out towards me. They might even caress your comforting delusion. But, the raw reality…
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The Illimitable Exhibitionist
“What is there that really remains of me? Each and every one of my spent memories was a single seed that grew from my rare substance, destined to depart, land, germinate and sprout into it’s very own deliciously mysterious form. Although I retain a semblance of independent life, it will not be too long before…
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That Most Decorative of Decapitations.
A fairy tale of a different kind… A mystical monarch sits smothered in its twitching wings it exists beyond one’s visions and dreams Both tender and inert, the stepmother of all orphaned mice that populate the dark corners of the abandoned kingdom Much like a serene and beautiful feline, flaunting sorrowful eyes, its kindness is…
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Charlotte
It all began on a fated Summer evening when you sat in a bustling cafe and raised the coffee cup to your waiting lips. You drank my heart down then and I fell deeply, completely, in love with you. Suddenly, the world turned red.
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Jasmine
I see all the beauty of the world in your unobtrusive and beautiful look, when you look at me with the smile of a woman and steal your eyes quickly.
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A Siren’s Segments and Intruding Entomology
That was the place…where your hollow, metallic-tasting, humiliation turned a burning shade of rancorous red and the crumbling stone labyrinth of oppressive silence was abandoned during the freezing midnight of the final freeway. The indelicate flavor of blood, and the sudden spasms of perfect pleasure combined in your vacuum mouth and were absorbed, immediately. It…
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My Forgetful Shoal of Swimming Pieces
No one was really aware that there were three of us who adored you madly and loved you passionately – or, indeed, that none of us actually had you. But, I embraced you, from so very far away, that my hungry hands separated themselves from my arms, became obsessed fish, and swam, urgently, towards you….
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The Delirium of Falling Feathers
This is an evolving, luxurious and lingering love story. It began prosaically with just the auspicious ingredients of a girl and a raven in a world that was otherwise empty. She had been alone until the raven came and an upstart realm of love and hope was embodied by it’s caressing wings; they hugged, embraced…
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The Smooth Breeze Of Memories
I can no longer be confident in the veracity of those words that I need to write. Some are crowded into the corners of my heart, others are buried beneath them. There are others that are still fresh and wet. Then, the smooth breezes of Spring caress my short fingernails, tickling the quick before proceeding…
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…Tick-tock, meat-clock
Simple words cannot express the depths that those eyes contain. Nor can they explain the murmuring, bubbling, melodies that are conjured in the compressing darkness below. Deep below the glittering, complaisant surface of such a yearning face. Busy lips – like perfectly pretty social pendulums – mark the passing of lived time like a carnal…
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Arcane Bones and Ice Cream Cones.
‘Some important stories will always remain unwritten. They are not committed to text because they have to be kept carefully as weighty secrets, nurtured and preserved without any evidence to indicate their fiery truth. If they were brought out into the calming light instead of being lived with privately in your heart, they would…
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Purple Orchid
It had begun on the very night that I had declared my love and offered it up to you. Three centuries hence, it was snowing outside. Within these walls, a purple orchid had shed a bloom onto the table. Then, your body seethes, your fingers freeze and your heart shudders with seismic beats. Your entrancing…
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The Arboreal Logic of Fettered Breathing Bubbles
This woman’s entire substance – and soul – loved you, even before I committed her image to painterly posterity. She adored you from afar, without even the molecule-thin chance to actually have you for her own. She has never really known who she is, yet she persists in cheerfully chaining herself to the intermittent attention…
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Existence
Waiting, patiently, for the extinction of life, enclosed by arms and with fat, swollen lips. All of this assists in sensing the passage of time, those slow seconds hidden from the grooves of stiffened fingers, the dry whorls of the pointed tips. A lint-free tongue curls and sucks, perceiving the fixated men with their alabaster…
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