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Bigotry is but a whore.
But a pig.
Wallowing
on her back.
In filth.
Contractions eternal, a new disgusting
thing
born every second.
Slipping through
her.
But a pig.
Wallowing
on her back.
In filth.
Contractions eternal, a new disgusting
thing
born every second.
Slipping through
her.
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1981: His green beautiful eyes..
Roses are red. Violets are blue. When will you understand my unconditional love for you? Your deep brown eyes glisten.. In this position, I want power. Allowing her to take over. Drove her a bit crazy. Daises, daises. These phases of love turn into Obsession. This confession of hell, isn't this what you wanted? She parted them. Again, alone. Owning monsters. The wanders of curious teens in property of others. These colors may describe the lovers. Brown curly hair, dark chocolate eyes. Her smile, red lipstick, pink eye shadow. By the arrow, hit in the back. Drank a bit too much, causing an incident while driving. Thinking, trying to survive. Your no longer innocence. The ignorance by her, causing death. Her health. She's insane. The main pain has came again. When he had murdered her. This may have occurred by his insanity, madness. The sadness was left in her. But the goodness had left. The incompleteness is left in her. Her sweetness was given to others, a gift. She was art.
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FFM 2022 Day 10: Carry-on
"I packed my bag and in it I put..." A t-shirt, books, family photos. A camera, although no flash will be able to illuminate the darkness between the stars. In our graduation speech a few months ago the head of the academy said that the world is open to us now, but soon the world will be reduced to a few square meters inside a steel hull. We are allowed a 12.7 cm x 20.32 cm x 5.08 cm volume for personal items on the Interstellar transport. Memories need to be condensed to only 1.5 kg. We need to travel lightly. Some things must go. Each item requires a decision. It is harder than I thought. The flames of the incinerator are licking at stacks of course notes I will never again read, clothes someone else picked out for me, gifts from a former lover, a life someone else picked out for me. I do feel lighter with each thing the flames take, each thing that crumples and turns black. They are gone from this world now. I am not bringing them into the pristine new world that is yet untouched
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Dear Dusk
Dear Dusk, our escort from day to night, I find the sky offers its most beautiful light When your dimming orange sets it ablaze And commands late joggers to stop and gaze. You are a friend I wish to visit more, But when you step aside for starry lore, The peace I feel lingers like purple haze Softly fading as the aged day lays. Everything I faced under the sun From trial and tear to smile and fun Falls to ash that the sun will raise In the new corridors of life's latest maze. I take my basketball and aim high Knowing if nothing else, today I did try. Now it's time to pause the daily craze And charge up to rise with morning blaze.
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