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A quiet street, a winter’s breath, A stray who knew both hunger, death. Yet fate would lift her, far above, On human dreams, on fragile love. A rocket roared, the sky grew black, No returning home, no coming back. Her heartbeat traced on trembling wires, The first to ride our restless fires. She never chose the steel, the flame, No medal bore her humble name. But still she runs through cosmic night, A ghostly paw-print made of light. O Laika, gentle pioneer, The Patron Saint of One-Way Trips— We send a tear across the sphere. Not just a dog, but more than we The first to show the stars could be.

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Sep 14, 2025

Sep 14, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC

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Laika.

A quiet street, a winter’s breath, A stray who knew both hunger, death. Yet fate would lift her, far above, On human dreams, on fragile love. A rocket roared, the sky grew black, No returning home, no coming back. Her heartbeat traced on trembling wires, The first to ride our restless fires. She never chose the steel, the flame, No medal bore her humble name. But still she runs through cosmic night, A ghostly paw-print made of light. O Laika, gentle pioneer, The Patron Saint of One-Way Trips— We send a tear across the sphere. Not just a dog, but more than we The first to show the stars could be.

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𝘐. 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 Your lips tear easy, a ripe seam splitting. I drink the words before they escape. 𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 Each kiss is a wound. I keep your taste lodged between molars, a secret no wash can rinse. 𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 Your words dissolve like fat on flame— I lap at their smoke, searing my mouth just to taste you. 𝘐𝘝. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 I split the ribcage clean, hands bathing in red heat. I swallow the muscle whole, and feel your rhythm become my own. cradling the muscle that never stops calling my name. 𝘝. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 It runs like wine, hot and feral. I tilt your throat and drink until the night blurs. 𝘝𝘐. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦 White silence cracks, splintering my jaw. I grind the marrow into hunger’s flour. splinter by splinter, until even your marrow screams inside me. 𝘝𝘐𝘐. 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 Your body is parchment— I peel it slow, line by line, reading you to the bone. 𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 You sigh, and I steal it, pushing your lungs empty into mine. 𝘐𝘟. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 I have eaten you all— the mouth, the tongue, the skin, the heart— yet nothing fills me. Love is the wound that never closes.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC

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Love's Butcher.

𝘐. 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 Your lips tear easy, a ripe seam splitting. I drink the words before they escape. 𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 Each kiss is a wound. I keep your taste lodged between molars, a secret no wash can rinse. 𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 Your words dissolve like fat on flame— I lap at their smoke, searing my mouth just to taste you. 𝘐𝘝. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 I split the ribcage clean, hands bathing in red heat. I swallow the muscle whole, and feel your rhythm become my own. cradling the muscle that never stops calling my name. 𝘝. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 It runs like wine, hot and feral. I tilt your throat and drink until the night blurs. 𝘝𝘐. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦 White silence cracks, splintering my jaw. I grind the marrow into hunger’s flour. splinter by splinter, until even your marrow screams inside me. 𝘝𝘐𝘐. 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 Your body is parchment— I peel it slow, line by line, reading you to the bone. 𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 You sigh, and I steal it, pushing your lungs empty into mine. 𝘐𝘟. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 I have eaten you all— the mouth, the tongue, the skin, the heart— yet nothing fills me. Love is the wound that never closes.

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I bite through you, cartilage cracking like prayer beads, your breath spilling hot into my throat. Fingers drip with your sweetness, a nectar no fruit could mimic— I gnaw, I swallow, I make you mine. Desire is a knife, and I wield it gladly.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC

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Feast.

I bite through you, cartilage cracking like prayer beads, your breath spilling hot into my throat. Fingers drip with your sweetness, a nectar no fruit could mimic— I gnaw, I swallow, I make you mine. Desire is a knife, and I wield it gladly.

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Your skin splits sweet between my teeth, a ripe fruit bleeding warmth. I tear you closer, tongue slick with marrow, your heartbeat pounding inside my jaw. Love is red, and I am starving.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC

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Gnaw.

Your skin splits sweet between my teeth, a ripe fruit bleeding warmth. I tear you closer, tongue slick with marrow, your heartbeat pounding inside my jaw. Love is red, and I am starving.

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