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#fortuna
whispers come out of control of the mouth of the selfish thinker undertones select know while in air their spare venom lingers cruelty whips the paranoid not anxious for no reason get in line good girls and boys be one or zero curve to the confines of the basic language meanwhile the hermit sits scooping sand with her hand and fingers given that she has felt the breadth of human hate from some the closest to her she will still sit cross legged in pain every new day as each day past spinning the comic and the tragic into verse unique to her as the voice in her mind convinces her it could keep others alive so she sings she screams songs of hope and victory leaving whispers where they ought to be hanging with the liars unheard for time enough in futures never said
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
The Arachne Duana Fortuna
Luck she smokes coming out in clouds spreading all over violent tracks grey noises breaking dreams in sleep slow waves blending to blues when the sun is coming out breathing in back volumes of screaming alarms ocean salt crunches in her morning bones last time she was a mermaid past life she was a Fortune spinning a thread sewing her dress spinning later in dance stranger creatures downstairs look great finally staring at the spring sun through fingers it burns seems for luck like a candle play of the past evening reaching heat on the highest spot on the top where she finds lucky solution in the underworld kingdom watered with five wholesome oceans room covered with vital rose blossoms to the dusty pink noise Fortuna goddess is dancing on her tip toes
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
hidden luck in dust
El velo de la noche cubre el cielo. Adornos brillantes acompañan a una dama solterona y hermosa. Su reflejo acaricia las aguas del río. El arrullo del viento amaina la mente. Distrae al alma de rastreras penas. Respiro profundo, con los ojos cerrados. Lleno mis pulmones de tranquilidad. De fortuna y de vida. Inhalo con calma... y me levanto. Abro los ojos. Exhalo, y abro también mi camino, paso tras paso.
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Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
Noche de renacimiento