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SentenceCommunicating with cracking lungs, my tongue is lacking; truncated, I fall silent.Sentence
Your verbs are acerbic, and nouns proud; I am capitalised. Your gravity drops me; I, a tone lower than you, lie.
You whisper a sentence: an infinite split.
by ~surrfant
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sky people.low voices, ancient and foreign in his ears reminding him in strange tongues why he writes letters.sky people.
their blackbird syllables yearned for homeland, the firm ground where their ancestors were buried. where people formed rings in the dust, danced and sung with
the smallest of their two hundred and six bones, feral passion rhythms reverberating in the buffalo plains.
where the clay was never thirsty for blood or sacrifice and the deep-earth truth could be heard in the belly of the mountain; where the drowsy july wars made widows of the omaha and it was nobody's fault. &nb
by ~iLISI
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights, pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs left behind by some careless angel. safe in their studded velvet sea, they sighed andeikon aklastos.
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters, when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies, we wil
by ~iLISI
A Crab Eyeing A TouristFind out what you are, Where you are headed. Find your own moon and land on it.A Crab Eyeing A Tourist
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A chair scraped across a vinyl floor and made an embarrassing sound.
"My name is Alex and I have a problem."
Someone waved their hands. "Does this problem involve an actual child actually being raped?"
Alex thought about this. "No," he decided.
"Then continue," the group leader said, bowing her head.
"But this child who was definitely not raped, and not by me, his name was Thomas."
All around the circle, a gentle ripple of applause b
by ~deviantkupo
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you seem to have some nice pieces in your gallery
i must peruse through them sometime
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