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ACHOO! whoops, got a little sneeze and a lotta lotta dust on this account BHAUIEZIO! If it ain't the myth himself, moi ( referring to me in french ) but fr ( for real ) i missed this acc, still not writing on this one but another ! if you didn't know I'm @R3COREDD on wp now *blep* i moved onto that account cuz i wanted so, gotsta c my new books on it :)! cya
          	
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a small token of kindness (10th November '22- birthday edition) 
          
          dense constellations and hearts collected in abandoned shores, promises absorbed in the limbs, seas corrupted with the sting of hope. breath of swords carved in mayhems and mangroves; where the neglected have built a home, yet home is where only fire quenches fire. 
          
          snowcapped shoulders and unparalleled vastness, hidden beneath wrath, swallowed flames of raining eclipses. how far along does a heart remain an organ; how long before it melts into its surroundings, into unbuffered skin?- it is nothing but a rag dipped in moonlit mornings. 
          
          garden the ocean with a turbulent blue, shadow the night with charcoal bones; a pact, a silience, a season that preys and an ache that dances with foetal limbs. swallow the depths, swallow the tears of chartreuses; replenishing water, deadly oceans and lakes. 
          
          harbingers of luminescent plight, wraith blossoms and graveyard joints; masked surfaces and shallow layers. hollowness hidden under hollowness, what thief would rob an empty shelf? to his dismay, in every night there is a tendril of noor, one that greed swallows as nothingness;  for a rainbow forms, when the sky goes blind with a few raindrops. 
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a small token of kindness (07th november 2022) 
          
          patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret. 
          
          ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant. 
          
          secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss. 
          
          tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose. 
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a small token of kindness (5th november 2022) 
          
          mouth of honesty, bloody honey; ravenous sobriquets, transparent metaphors. panting edicts, divine passages; unambiguous gravity, chaotic muscles. summer hunger, fermenting sun; mullein breaths, fervent dust. metamorphic roads, joyous courage; naked rage and newborn remembrance. 
          
          exuberant mountains, icy bees; conformed pollen, eclipsed wins. clavicle roots, burning prayers; mediocre comfort, hopeful sorrows. web of confidants, shadows of the known; gentle croaks, hesitant murders. mind a wild animal, a forest caged; auroras and sacrifices, reminiscent repercussions. 
          
          bodies of petunias, breathing skins; blood of stories, water of prison. white cotton whispers, kind demons; alchemy of weaknesses, battling questions. sacred dignity, waves of hormones; rituals of october, bargaining autumn. drop by drop, zest of oranges. 
          
          esprit of mother's milk, primal daughters; lust of earth, a shadow pure. work into exhaustion, round the clock and round the ; there is half of hope alive, half of flesh left to strain. cold is the night, still and mellow; cold is the sun that has wrung itself yellow. perhaps the moon curses its cries, hides in lone pain and white sky, for then it is rarely rejected; unlike storms. 
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a small token of kindness [18th october 2022] 
          
          dawn a soothsayer, a bride of doom; filled with bruises and exploited ceremoniously with venom. 
          own the ruin, the plum horizon; lungs wrapped in a veil, dripping with yesterday's childhood. 
          compulsed crimson, a yellow sun of a blue sky; jupiter sunset and a forced fate; a smile pushed. 
          telescope and hope, caul and ambedo; none with breaths but held to breasts; what are they i ask you oh layperson, what are they but a wet ground, nothing without seeds that you sow. 
          some apples of autumn ripen in baskets, in hands of bare veins; why not then your heart, one that you allow to decay in your chest? 
          children of soil, of dirt and death; musk in hearts poisoned by the snakes of mind. 
          tongues of meat, foiled with pillows of sin; with a darkness wild, with a moon of satan.
          a burning candle, a taste of soiling relief; spring is but a month, winter a mundane monster begging for everlasting love. 
          october ocean, free of burden; what is beneath it, let it melt into corals and pearls. not all fires reveal ashes, most reveal precious stones. 
          pelt intentions into blushing summer colours; into oaks that bless and bones that grow maroon flowers.
          lose not sugar, die not before the meadow ripens; earth parched, but air left unclothed. 
          home the bones, fracture the heart as it has abandoned you; let it betray, silently, like the water of the sea that asks it, how much salt it had to swallow to become a gentler beast. 
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a small token of kindness [25th june 2022] 
          
          maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
          past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles. 
          daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters. 
          murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
          what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother. 
          build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky. 
          fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives. 
          
          as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert. 
          hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain. 
          winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young. 
          petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt. 
          how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving. 
          words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues. 
          how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
          they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive. 
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adropofhumanity

@whatsgoingonherebro :) wishing you a productive and satisfying day/night 
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adropofhumanity

@whatsgoingonherebro perhaps i am, just not as much as you :)
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [16th june 2022] 
          
          meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain. 
          soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring. 
          sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures? 
          hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones. 
          filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer. 
          
          part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles. 
          lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus. 
          place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins. 
          saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom. 
          berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
          fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans. 
          what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh. 
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a small token of kindness [12th june 2022] 
          
          the night has its shadows, blue and grey; masked in apple's seeds, agony bathed. 
          stand in the route, be miserly in calmness; there is a devil shrouded in an eye's fountains. 
          drift like a white whale, amidst memories; from aches of cure to cures of fantasies. 
          transcend life from that present on fingertips, linger near bones, where art is kismet. 
          hollowed oranges, skins like lotuses; what we wear, we often throw. 
          a poet's backbone, a shark's tale; foam of taste buds lingering as fireflies in a throat. 
          mangoes, possums, bread and butter; a mouth of cicada symphonies, celestial dust. 
          watch the canary, year to year; dirt and snow emotions, cheeks of the earth. 
          
          shabby braids and cicada musings, burrowed sunsets and pastel bones. 
          metallic connections and feathered bangles, heads of spines and littered passages. 
          vines of grapes, of collectibles and peaches; pain of pollen, eclipsed sun and its eight witches. 
          foreign hands, hums of voices barren; silence heavy, storms and curtains. 
          blues of life and blues of disguises, shadows of night veiled by lanterns.
          maps and strangers, shores and shells; rib for a rib, hunt for a hunt; what you had the courage to bring into this world must be allowed to live, dreams or ephialtes. 
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          (if you had the courage to dream of it, by no means do you lack the courage to live it) 

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a small token of kindness (09th june 2022) 
          
          mourning shades, earth a rustic moon; candle soldiers, sunset roars. glass of wind, a sea that chimes; struggling lungs, alveoli of pride. circles sacred, birds and barks; persistent melodies, life a screaming scar. half of ourselves, half of earth; skeptical rules and societal lusts. 
          
          summer lightning and thunderous rainbows, yesterday's reflection in today's waters. blooming trains and grieving whistles; gravity a fork, humans fixated. ripening fruit like a sturdy kettle, boiling season as a cloudless friend. 
          
          birds of the night, mediterranean lungs; lace of glory, air a crochet undone. toes of rhythm, seventh sense; sweetness of earth's roots, pears engraved as tendrils in veins. brightness of fog, of a breath fuzzy; life in the woman's womb, a universe- like history. life blurry, a home of shadows; night, death and the womb, bringers of awakeness. 
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          (do not fear the dark; we came from it, we came from wombs) 

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a small token of kindness (06th June 2022) 
          
          smells of mornings, bright and blue; forgotten daisies and burning bones. birds steadfast, stories of wings; ember pride, muffled grief. seasons hungry and to the brim filled with lust, whimpering bones deceived by bare touch. a hand of home, a home citrus; constellation curves etched in scars of distress. 
          
          mild and mangled, abandoned chords; blood canopies and sunset cliffs. thorns of love and hummingbird shadows; screaming tears of fountained water. teach me; speak of it, bother me with the blossoms of december. juvenile stings, hearts unaged; why does pain age, when hearts do not? 
          
          rain like music, a fantasy untamed; a heart of freedom, an organ clumsy. hedonist flames and dulcet hours; a momentary connection, blurred palms. understand so much, and understand it well; what cannot be tolerated will be banished like the moon.  
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