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Poem 46My hands are dry The knuckles Have dead white rivers between pale islands Which desperately desire to clingPoem 46
And hold fast to one another But they are cracked and pryed apart To become softly rough Slightly red Dry hands
by ~high-drokitty
Poem 45we've got a twenty kind of love found in matchbooks shower hooks hotdog buns and pens it's ordinary day to day making me love you like a tv set a deadline met a sunrise or a bed it fits like protons and pronouns and like them we're in everything me, we, he and i they are everything swirling around a nucleus of you cause it seems we've got a twenty kind of lovePoem 45
by ~high-drokitty
A Sister's LamentationsI was in the next room as you poured your heart out to your mother. You poured out all your new-found teenage angst. You didn't fit into the mold of abercrombie perfection, and this bothered you. Bothers you still. So you told her so. How dare you. How dare you ruin all my hard work. Break my trust. I did. I trusted you. I'd been trying so hard, so hard to make you perfect. Make you who I thought you were, should be. Make you better than the rest, above all the others whom you could leave struggling in your wake as you swaggered, ice-cold and cooler than hell, as you ignored their pitiful cries for affection. Make it sA Sister's Lamentations
by ~high-drokitty
GrandfatheredHinges and lace, sockets and silk, gears and frills. They clashed with silent thunder, with exposed grace they flowed. Metallic hues and soft, thick colors formed a beautiful pattern of greens, reds, and blues as the forms wandered together through the gardens into the most magestic ballroom ever seen. Crowns graced two heads at the top of the hall, their dais and gold separating them from the rich colors below them. Music began. Waltzing erupted. Colors moved, flowed, changed from scarlet to emerald to a deep cobalt blue, as gold reigned aloof. Song followed song, waltz after waltz, and hinges and sockets and gears crGrandfathered
by ~high-drokitty
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bisogna pur cambiarlo, il mondo.
mundus commutando est.
ognuno ha ciò che merita.
fabrum esse suae quemque fortunae.
c'è bisogno di gente che non posti solo tette
i need no-nude photography
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