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Zywa Aug 7
Goats, sheltering in

the tunnel, they have a right --


to stables, don't they?
For Lotte W, with a photo of goats in a tunnel (August 3rd, 1985, Norway)

Collection "Local traffic"
Zywa Aug 7
Capitalism is

the art of tempting people --


to contract more debts.
Collection "On living on [2]"
RED Aug 7
Girls don’t get called goddess without a reason.
She has been in locker for many years.
Those who have them don’t respect.
Those who don’t respect until they have them.
I might cry but I am not weak.
I’m tired to be in this so called freedom of  cage.
some of the people
have double numbers,
speak in two tongues,
sing with three voices.

all being equal, the song
is sung in whatever
language, or creed.

indeed, we often say
the name of those, so
seeming to become
boring,

we carry on, we carry on.

plan visits to new places,
the sky is dark this morning.
Geof Spavins Aug 7
Type: Restoration / Temporal Rewrite Effect:
Heals allies or rewrites a failed moment with poetic resonance.


Verse Begins:

Ash don’t mean end, it means start.
I speak from the scorch, not the scar.
You fell?
                     I rise.
You broke?
                     I bind.
Time ain’t linear, it’s lined.

Feather to flesh, ink to bone,
I cast from the place you felt alone.
Phoenix don't ask why you burned;
it just knows how to return.

So breathe. Let the flame fold back.
Let the moment crack, then track.
I stitch the slip, I mend the miss,
with rhythm, myth, and fire-kissed bliss.

Verse Ends.
🔹 Casting Notes:
Healing Mode: Restores emotional and physical vitality. Allies feel warmth, clarity, and a renewed sense of purpose.

Rewrite Mode: Rewinds a single failed action, be it a missed strike, a broken promise, or a faltered word, and replaces it with a poetic echo of success.
It started as a joke,
Some harmless fun.
Then the air cleared from its smoke,
I no longer wanted to run.

What’s this new desire called?
I’ve never felt this way before.
My heart now feels loud and stalled;
This is something I can’t ignore.

This must be love,
I see her as a dove.
She lights up my world,
Where shadows curled.
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