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Post by Aish on Jan 26, 2017 23:21:27 GMT -5
Tonight the indigo sky and I had a talk I nibbled away at her edges like a mouse,keen to sew my stitches into her whilst we spoke of dragons and dreams and the fabric of being.
My snack only kept me full for but a little while.
The dream is still too real. I stain my paws and leave tracks across her rippled hues before remembering the snake of self that devours my own tail...
mouse, snake, pie. I live, devour, and die.
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Post by twistedangel on Jun 19, 2017 1:37:45 GMT -5
For meself i come away eith a sense of 'pointlessness of it all' but is wrapped in your usual style dripping in some great imagery :-)
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