Tag: Prompt
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A sea becomes.
Of one memory, one for the end of the dark does not lie, I will not lie in it; darkness perfused I shut the window; here he bleeds, here he lies, though nothing is there.
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once a tree stood.
may you decide to leave as the crawfish float in unyielding waters, delusional, still seeking the innocence of the rock, give it a kiss for me before you leave it on the grave
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a dream that wasn’t mine.
If ever I were to meet the dream by sea-green eyes as they sleep, a beveled glass yet a reverie, I would impose upon those that left in the legs of womb to a leave-taking of melancholy as death alone drowns as the darkened sunset drowns.
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Dreams we’ve never had.
Conquering in the exile of a gradual wind, The rhythmic blood Beating on your cold skin;
Pseudopsychosis. 