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Charles Baudelaire, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "The Love of Artifice,"

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

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😳 thandal

I love you so much.

Please don't let me go.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

A mockingbird's mockingbird melody, rising up and down through consciousness and below as it bloomed into dreamfoil petals. When hardly-there pulses died down into barely-there pulses, he drew in once more to kiss his face into her phoenix fire.

"I'm gonna marry you one day."

His words jolted him a little. Suddenly, he was hyper aware of any change in her thin breathing. Any twitch off her thick ears or pale shoulders.

But, finding his arms still full and no mangled fingers around his throat, he clutched her as dearly as she asked.

"Not a single bear on Azeroth is safe."

And dreamed them to extinction.

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😳 hol dal

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"Turn your pitying stare from me," spat a thing coiled and with venom, "All I need left from you is palliative." A beast disemboweled, growing at any hand that dared remove the snare from its stomach.

But, all in an instant, he felt all those layers of balms. Each one spurned peeled another layer of his flesh, his muscle, his tendon, his bone. "Wanted not for kinship, only means and tools," he continued to hiss at the rawness, only for it to curdle and dribble off his lip.

"But when one finds themself alone, who's left to listen--to witness--than a reflection?"

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😳 sealie magoo

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"Fed you."

Wood and metal clattered as it was all rolled into the same strawberry-red stained hide.

"Gave you shelter."

A campfire, long extinguished, kicked and stomped until even its ash was wind-bound.

"Cleaned your wound."

A rope snipped and disarmed, the net caught and raveled before it could even touch the dusty cave's floor.

"Why did you run?" They demanded from the shadows. They demanded from the stains. "Why did you attack me? Why hunt me?"

But only their own voice echoed back in the belly of despair. More foreign a hiss and trill to themself than to even any [dyn] who might hear it.

Taloned and wrapped feet plodded before a vivid mural, stopping on the dried splotches beneath it. "Should have killed you." An uncanny hand lifted, palm extended. "Should have killed the idiot for letting you go."

And smeared each pigment away, until it was muddled and grey.

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😳ghoan

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"I wish you were weren't hers."

A swift and immediate fang dug into his tongue. How he wish he could draw purple from blue. All too late to make up for a mouth that moved before a mind.

"That's alright, though!" Quick to kneel, he attempted to steal the boy's eyes before he could snuff suns in the snow. "Glad that you're mine." Grinning and hair-tussling faltered, unable to bear the weight of one more flake.

"For as long as that is, anyroad."

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😳 korkoi

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"Would've killed you."

Arms crossed over old scars. Old regrets. Old contempt.

"... Wish I'd the chance to disprove myself."

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😳 FREAKSHOW!!!!!

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As violent and sporadic outbursts quelled back into his arms, the man had no recourse but to seek the ceiling above them for slumber. Soft breathing, softer pulses, and soft thoughts settling into his mind until hazy words muttered out...

"Y'know... You don't need a house to have a family. Not even a name."

... just as soft.

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "The Two Fires,"

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😳the black materia

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Between soft, choked sobs and lacerating, silent shrieks, a single snort broke through the middle of the night and shook the man awake.

"Stimmy... It's in my other pants pocket... Suit guys took 'emmbrmghm..."

With another squeeze of the stirring thing in his arms, he was back into his inky subconscious.

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "She Considers Evading Him,"

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https://www.linkedin.com/in/thewec/

are you fucking kidding me

🎨 expose the WEC

wec....

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

#A #U

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this would have got 100k notes as a tumblr post in 2018

#Volke Skitterskirl

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Jøshua Zerø photographed by Nicole Ngai

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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Pigeons”

[Text ID: “The most brilliant part of / you exists to haunt me:”]

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