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  Jul 8 Traveler
Hex
She seemed like someone who I was looking for my whole life,
But who knew she was like something we call a knife.
Each day I watch her walk with him, a silent scar,
Smiling like moonlight, yet feeling so far.
And here I stay—cut by hope, from just behind the bar.
I saw faith through the window,
A holy light burning in the trees,
So under the rug,
I brushed my sin,
A chance to repent again.

For some it may be an old street light,
Though for I,
It was nigh,
I see a new life,
Echoing in the storms of night.
I was gazing through the window when I saw a street light, bended by the trees into a sigil of strength for us in these hard times. We can rest sound knowing the light is coming, that darkness has had its day, and it’s time for us to take the throne of Nótt. To set fire to this temple, walking out burnt, but ready to rebuild.
A tension that filled this Welsh air
A wait so long, 16 years if I'm exactly fair
My stomach stirring in the depth of below
The call from the bushes, then onto Hello
Cracking setlist, a comeback performance
No fighting on stage, sadly banterless
An oasis of calm
Just their mancunian charm
No strops to be thrown
No shouting or even king of their throne
An understanding of flying the dove
Peace,
unity,
brotherly love

OASIS

JJB
  Jul 6 Traveler
Blue Sapphire
Those who know

the art of giving

are the ones

who know the

true meaning of living.
  Jul 6 Traveler
Repentant
High like the potter
Kissed your eyes like a gutted
Goat
Sliced into pieces
National kissing day and blood
Is on your lips and on your eyes
My dear dementor
One day
Before you die
Between all your preys
Have me in your dreams
Remember my kiss
Read this unexpectedly
Feeling that it's like someone's writing
Let the butterflies fly
In your stomach as you lie
In your deathbed we will meet
I will hunt you in your dreams
Kiss, kiss good bye my darling
Kiss, kiss bang bang my dumpling
You can be mischievous huh?
You were wrong though all along
Kiss, kiss sleep snow white
White as the ghost in the skies
I will be your potter boy
You will be rotting corpse
  Jul 6 Traveler
Kalliope
Skin on skin,
Fingers interlocked,
Hair cascades down,
My stomach tied in knots.

Breathing grows heavy,
Anticipation runs high,
When I caress you,
The most rewarding sigh.

Your eyelashes flutter,
Brushing against my cheek,
Eyes closed in surrender,
No words we need to speak.

I trace constellations
Across your beating chest,
Each quiet inhalation
Sings my worries to rest.

You pull me closer still,
Hands settled at my waist,
Time slows to a hush
In this sacred, silent place.

Locked within this embrace,
I fear making the wrong move-
A connection so unexpected,
This beautiful moment with you.
The warmth in this silence,
melting down my freeze
Maybe I should slow down
it's okay to enjoy quiet peace
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