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mira10
17/F
I am fire.      Burning, blazing, uncompromising.      My flames roil and flicker -                      My hands are cold, not to deceive,           but only because my flames do not always need to be loud. They are still, they are violent, they are power.      I           am power. My fire -      my words,      my dreams,      my anger,      my pain,      my secrets,      my logic. It spills in my tears and burns in my chest,           quiet but raging, watching and waiting, a hurricane of heat. And within me - freedom -           I sail my skies, wings ablaze,      as furious as the Sun.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
Flame & Fury
Ripples in my reflection, A stone falls down down down My image goes with it, It floats into whirlpools Of empty. Goodbye.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
My Reflection Has Devil Horns
everyone is screaming
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
shut up
noun the person who gets to grow old with you synonyms: imissyou, i'msorry, wenevergottosaygoodmorning antonyms: doyoumissme?
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
luck
The shadows I carry        smell like lemongrass. They melt in the rain,        -softly- gray ghosts on gray mass. I hold them close        -lemongrass- roll in their hills and valleys,        on summer nights they watch and the clouds move slowly past.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
lemongrass
mountains are the currency of adventure
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
in all the stories
i sit down in my best suit and tap my shiny shoes (tip toe) waiter, please (he rolls with speed) may i get your finest hippo? of course, he says, such a delicacy would you like a flank, an ear? that's all right, i tell his wheels, i'll take it all, no sear i wait and tap my silver spoon, there's not much more to say it's half past five when she walks in, alive, a hippo who's elephantine. we sit and dine with silver spoons, she orders some fresh porridge pie we talk about the jargon and jibble, turns out that she's a little bit shy (surprise!)        the waiter was right,        she eats with great delicacy,        napkin a-lap and china a-quiet! that's about it, we split the bill and leave, i tip my hat and she prances away i walk down the path with no general aim, maybe a goose will honk and hooray.
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
table for two, please