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time-spared drawers of dreams

i. someday the sight-starved will find more than just the moon - that i promise you. we've seen all of what happiness will never be and like liquid stars in the milky way, smiles will seep down into the oceans of your laughter. never mind what they said about shady equilibrium; it's only man's insecurity. truth is, there is no karma - no rule, no eyes watching over you; just the forgotten remains of the god that falls on us every time it rains. ii. someday, my dear, those cranes won't just be an exhibition of folded paper - and those tears you cry now? [which you hate so much?] will leak into my arterial walls and tell me they only tel

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Worn Out Siren Tales

I was once the moon-rippled, crystal clear disturbance at shore and you found hope, resting on the borders of sand and wave. When I moved, you breathed, It just isn't worth it, and I wish I had listened. I was carved on ship hulls for a reason, and I was summoned from sleep to drown myself in the clutches of a sea that disowned me for one too- and I wrote on woody parchments for more attention than story-telling. So when you moved, I stopped, Tell me this is eternal, And I wish- I really wish I had not.

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The world Noriko had accustomed herself to had strange holidays that made no sense to a modern, Tokyo-fuddled mind. Festivals for spring, summer, for winter... they were similar in some ways, but generally based on concepts completely unique to the culture. Especially the fall Harvest festivals rampant the continent over; they were quite kin to the American "Thanksgiving," but still celebrated differently. The thought of "staying home with family" was absurd. Every man, woman and child was out and about in town, hurriedly preparing for a massive celebration; the food, the drink, the fellowship with friends and comrades, the overwhelmingly

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A little bit of you

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the aftermath

the temple of her body was torn open tonight, desecrated and lit on fire. i swear, gods have burned and felt less pain than i do as i write these words down, because she’s crying in my bathroom right now and i have to go and convince her that the handful of feathers i have left in my palms could ever equal the wings he snipped off of her tonight. she will never fly again. she will never believe so wholly in herself again. her body is no longer a temple, her body is a landmine, an open wound, a thousand foot drop off of a bridge, a stranger to her. she will never again be able to trust her body, to know her body. this is not the first p

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Sands and Tide

The tide is pulling, pulling away, I have no way to make it stay; The sand is falling, falling through time, I have no way to make it mine. The gulls are flying, flying away Chanting music day by day; The waves are pounding, pounding on, And so they shall when I have gone. But here I am with a sky above, A mind of dreams and a heart of love; Forget the sand, forget the tide, The water's vast and shoreline wide. I'm scooping sea-foam, catching shells, Wading depths to feel waves swell, Building castles in the spray And laughing when they're swept away. Yes, taunt me, time, go right ahead! Strive to buffet me with dread; You know where I ma

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Night creature

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Green Scarf

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Published: Sep 29, 2012

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A green basketweave scarf made from super soft Caron brand yarn. This has a slight luster. It took FOREVER to make!!!

4 inches wide by 50.5 inches long. On me, it wraps around my neck once and drapes at a good length.

Note me if interested! Hat is also for sale.

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