urangelicdoll
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Does it ever annoy you when you’re reading a wattpad story and it’s really good but then you check when it was last written because it says it’s still ongoing and it was like last written was 2 years ago or something , yeah that happens to me a lot and it’s annoying I mean yeah I get it some people need a break but the story I was reading was last updated in 2017 and I’m really sad “ I love my life
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a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) collapsed gravity, standing time; a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation. tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. #adropofhumanity [ if you wish to read an explanation for this token, please grace my message board with your honoured presence. i assure you it shall be worth your time (: ]
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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023) steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements, frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. #adropofhumanity
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a small token of kindness (22nd december 2022) grasp the knuckles, hold fear like gold; there is passion in black, there is a spectrum of truth in all thunders. process the baubles of celebrations tenderly, venture early through mishaps terrible; where one sorrow settles, another blossoms. track the flames of joy and homes of tender buttresses; enjoy tunnelling paths like worms, enjoy the sport of fulgence. a rainbow of paroxysms, with fleeting edges of juvenile feathers; two rights rarely understand one another. distinguish snow between its home and the second, what is consumed by it is eaten by another. forge the candelabrum, halt at fatal essences; where a mind breeds heartbeats like cactus water. swept by silence, kept by roars; what is a mind then except for a fragment of frosted tomorrow? an envelope ensconced like an island dipped in fever, carriage of blood melted in a tide of camphor. it is rough, it is a battle; what is any weapon inside a cave, a cave of darkness? #adropofhumanity
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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. #adropofhumanity
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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. #adropofhumanity
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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. #adropofhumanity
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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. [kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity] #adropofhumanity