

Ending thing.“It’s feeding time for lunar satellites.” Smoke escapes from cracked, parted lips, and trails into the glistening sky. “A red moon says more than you’d think.” Footsteps, blinkers, falling raindrops, the inconsistent meter of laughter. Natural polyrhythms of 2 over 3, 3 over 5, 5 over 7. “Mythology, but fiction’s more than fate.” The floor was deep, and the sky was oil. And an air of poisoned lager (but so many tiny rocks). “Tribal glorifications set the table.” The heavens torn open, like a celestial cervix at The Rape of Nanking. “…not the handsEnding thing.
Sleepy Kitten
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"Déjame ser el vértigo que apura tu caída,
el vino que amedrenta tus íntimos pudores,
la hoguera donde crujan
tus huesos uno a uno,
el amor que aniquile tu párvula indolencia..."
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"Déjame ser el vértigo que apura tu caída,
el vino que amedrenta tus íntimos pudores,
la hoguera donde crujan
tus huesos uno a uno,
el amor que aniquile tu párvula indolencia..."
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"Déjame ser el vértigo que apura tu caída,
el vino que amedrenta tus íntimos pudores,
la hoguera donde crujan
tus huesos uno a uno,
el amor que aniquile tu párvula indolencia..."
You have an awesome gallery!
Sincerly,
Jasmine
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They'll never make a color darker than black, life always ends in death, and those who seek death, seek it in vain.......Morbidstillness
I love your work! Awesome job.
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You Spin Around Me Like a Dream
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They'll never make a color darker than black, life always ends in death, and those who seek death, seek it in vain.......Morbidstillness
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You should never be afraid
You're protected from trouble and pain
Why, why is this a crisis in your eyes again
Muse
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