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some precious oaths The yellow-grayish wall is like a chopping board, bringing the moist atmosphere from

it’s 6:50 am if we become separated from each other meet me underneath the shadow of the watermelon vine

The sea is also a line Bird hangs on the line forever The sun is born from here Bird says: I am the moon

However, there are a multitude of times advanced hearing is greatly advantageous, aside from the obvious Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. or otherwise, through friends lost and friends made, through scars, through new smile lines or the lack

Why don’t we fight back and leave Her? Fight back, win your love for your fellow man, be a prophet of Peace, and you need to be killed, silenced We crave War, feed from Her as She does us, a cyclical silencing that we can escape only in death.

They keep their back to us, but I know they’re listening. “Satoshi.” Dad snaps his fingers at me. Dad takes them by shoulders, giving me a pointed look before steering his partner out from behind the Be smart,” Kei calls from the door. They take dad by the arm.

like a whispered sigh Between groans are terms of endearment: my love, my Lilith she’s crawled to me from filled the room with the smell of sex like freshly turned earth Chills run down my neck, up my arched back

A few days ago I heard from my cousin in China after we haven’t connected for years. My mom’s apartment is just a few minutes’ walk from her company. Approaching the night when it became slightly cooler, I went downstairs to get some ice water from a Then I went home, and he went back to work. I hugged him from the back on his motorcycle so that the wind didn’t hurt both of us.

at the world around and can easily be scared by the terrible things it sees, causing it to retreat back Yet, I long for the garden, which shelters me from the harshness of the truth and provides me with meticulous

In the back of your head you feel pleasant magic. Wet and warm, in the back of the skull, the occipital lobe feels great. There are right angles, some flat slopes, browns and bricky oranges, warm blue, disconnected neon behind Every single thing in the world is swaying slightly during this time except for the unmovable geist, Back to the first kind of wonder, though- the natural kind.

I went home with Her, and I knew She cared when She carried me up the back stairs despite how heavy, From that day on we spent every night together. Back then they had been exciting in the way newness is exciting.

ways, who could all at once, shatter the world and moments after it's breaking, pick up the pieces and form