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fall was in the air and it was a very dreary october day. the halls of the old victorian house had been filled with new arivals and lots of noise. "i can barely hear myself think." Madison sneered, a cigarette in her hand as she stood next to zoey and nan in the hallway. looking at the new girls with disguist. "and none of these new ******* better step on my toes. this isnt ******* hogwarts." she rolled her eyes. "hogwarts." zoey laughed, making nan laugh aswell. "if this were hogwarts, you would be draco malfoy" nan joked. "hardy har har." Madison snickered. "and you would be harry potters fat cousin because your ugly and nobody loves you." madison smiled. "well, i think it's great." zoey said cheerfully. "all of these girls would feel lost and alone and now they have somewhere to belong.". "you would say that." Madison rolled her eyes. suddenly a slightly younger girl with big green eyes and long brown hair and freckles rushed up to the three of them with a gleam in her eye. "oh my god it is you! you're madison montgomery!" the girl explained. " i love you! will you sign my back pack?" the girl turned around and Madison pulled a pink highlighter out of the side of her floral backpack. her face lit up as she wrote her name on the backpack making zoey and nan smile aswell. "thank you! thank you! thank you! you're my idol." the girl blushed. "my name is Cassie motts, i've seen all of your movies, i love you! i love you! i love you!" the girl giggled. "alright.." Madison had been taken back a step. "have a great day you little ****** she smiled, a look of confusion hung upon her face. "thank you.. you dont know how much this means to me." the girl explained cheerfully and walked away. "well ladies it looks like we're the head honchoes around this **** show." Madison sighed, still slightly smiling. "i was always the head honchoe." nan replied. "yeah, okay, right." zoey rolled her eyes and smiled at nan as the three made there way down the hall together.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
im going to write my own american horror story:coven fan fic here because i am bored.
fall was in the air and it was a very dreary october day. the halls of the old victorian house had been filled with new arivals and lots of noise. "i can barely hear myself think." Madison sneered, a cigarette in her hand as she stood next to zoey and nan in the hallway. looking at the new girls with disguist. "and none of these new ******* better step on my toes. this isnt ******* hogwarts." she rolled her eyes. "hogwarts." zoey laughed, making nan laugh aswell. "if this were hogwarts, you would be draco malfoy" nan joked. "hardy har har." Madison snickered. "and you would be harry potters fat cousin because your ugly and nobody loves you." madison smiled. "well, i think it's great." zoey said cheerfully. "all of these girls would feel lost and alone and now they have somewhere to belong.". "you would say that." Madison rolled her eyes. suddenly a slightly younger girl with big green eyes and long brown hair and freckles rushed up to the three of them with a gleam in her eye. "oh my god it is you! you're madison montgomery!" the girl explained. " i love you! will you sign my back pack?" the girl turned around and Madison pulled a pink highlighter out of the side of her floral backpack. her face lit up as she wrote her name on the backpack making zoey and nan smile aswell. "thank you! thank you! thank you! you're my idol." the girl blushed. "my name is Cassie motts, i've seen all of your movies, i love you! i love you! i love you!" the girl giggled. "alright.." Madison had been taken back a step. "have a great day you little ****** she smiled, a look of confusion hung upon her face. "thank you.. you dont know how much this means to me." the girl explained cheerfully and walked away. "well ladies it looks like we're the head honchoes around this **** show." Madison sighed, still slightly smiling. "i was always the head honchoe." nan replied. "yeah, okay, right." zoey rolled her eyes and smiled at nan as the three made there way down the hall together.
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*Life is an echo peeled from the furthest star a message in a bottle waiting to be heard And upon its reading not a word rang free for life is not a sound but a motion which flees*
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Draco (Tadpole Galaxy)
Dobby's ideas, Are more of a glitch. Flesh memories, Buried in a snitch. Life is tough, And such a heavy fight. When dark times encircle you, Remember to Turn on the light. Weasley twins are strong, More like human beaters The world is not divided Into good people and death eaters. For in dreams, We enter a world entirely our own. Turn to page number Three hundred and ninety four. Dumbledore smiled, Everyone has bad days. Snape replied, Always. The people we love, Leave us never. The stories we love best, Do live in us forever. Cause the books we truly love, Right back, they love us. Draco, Dormiens, Nunquam, Tittilandus.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Harry Potter
"It's Li'l Sean's tenth B'day, forgotten in the orphanage loft. He curls down on the dust and holds tight an once-vivid polaroid, his lost family's one spared happy remainder." "Oh! Sweet Pea, but Draco limped his way to his li'l master and licked off his soar tears."
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Dear Sweet Pea: #2 Joy.
My house is surrounded by Illuminati operatives. Lizards!  Everywhere i look... green ones in the grass like slithery snakes with feet, brown ones on my porch running counter-intelligence on my kitties, tan little enforcers with an ochre-red streak of war paint along their spines. i know what you are thinking... but i stopped wearing a tinfoil hat.  It wasn't keeping the N.S.A. out of my emails anyway. Just yesterday, one of the lizards' double zero agents followed me to McDonalds. i saw him through the windshield, gripping the wiper blade with all his might, tail whipping in the wind like a whip antenna, broadcasting my subversive Big Mac purchase. i don't use Geico insurance, therefore it was clearly an Illuminati spy, without question. Nowhere is safe. My days are numbered. They fear what i could expose, that i would tell others what i remember about freedom.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
Draco Minoris in F# minor
While you are asleep, While you are only dreaming, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, Forever they are scheming. While you are awake, you may think the world is one, but Orion is still there, in the sky he runs. The stars may be replaced, with puffy white laced clouds, but Draco is till slinking, far away the ground. Even after all these years, Cassiopeia is still vain, still looking down on you, through a window pain. As the stars all swirl, around the magnetic north, Gemini still sways, switching back and forth. For even if we're sleeping, even if we are awake, the stars will always swim, in a pitch black lake.
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Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Constant Constellations
You're good, too good, it couldn't be true You know I'm the kind of girl that would fall for you. You're skilled in deception, highly trained in lies So quick with hellos, and sly with goodbyes A master of hypnosis, a thief in disguise The warmth in your smile shows not in your eyes. Your world is small but you've conquered it all You stare me down, owning me, when we pass in the hall You're obviously charming, cunning, and coy You're a regular Slytherin - is your name Malfoy?
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Draco
I was no Harry Potter Didn't have that much goodness in me But maybe I was a Draco Malfoy Trying to figure which road to take Light or dark? But somewhere along the journey I scattered 8 pieces of my soul like Voldemort
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Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
He who must not be named
*Now a flowing air wise signs on waters streaming, pouring forth from the pitcher of wisdom anew, ever full undrunk,instinctive of human absolutes all. Gods,men,minds all uranian battling calm,now futile, But knowing,caring, grasping,fathoming, conquering tidings evil of powered souls unholy,uncaring deliberate. Searing lightning flashes of intellects just,truly intuitive burning stiff coffined conventions,dry dead rules of yore melting old cold solid knowledge cruel of Draco obsolete to humane rivers gently righteous, of merciful hearts ripping away ways human sordid and corroded deep repaving with light golden love those roads to hearts. is it enough I wonder, have we become naturalized?*
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
The Aquarian Era- Hope turning tides?
Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
'Fantastic ******* and Where To Find Them' by Brenna Twohy
Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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If I had any amount of money for every time I've been called beautiful I'd be rich in every way except for honesty. You think that beauty is measured by the eye? We are taught to open our mouths to put on a coats of chemicals redder then any blood I've spilled and nastier then any skin tone already given. And yet it's advertised as beautiful. Like for some reason, we weren't in the first place. So what you're saying is the way I tuck my hair behind my ear is tactful. That all my knowledge of Harry Potter isn't **** Well excuse my premature thoughts of the obvious ****** tension that Harry and Draco shared hidden between the lines of JK Rowlings novelty. My wonders of paint splattered jeans I put on display like calouges in a coffee shop, aren't they artful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, the magazines of models so skinny you could pick cheese with them. And the women just given birth going on weight watchers. As if strong thighs and meat on your bones is something to be ashamed of. Maybe influence is something we have no control over but do you mean to tell me I am beautiful because my thighs don't touch and you can see my collar bone? Well I can say the same for a little girl in Haiti. She lost her life because there was no food left after the farmers took her families last handful of soil. But at least she was beautiful right? I want you to stop telling me I'm pretty because my eyes are a certain way. I want you to stop telling him he is ugly because has scars left over on his skin. And instead look at our tactics at life. I'll look at yours for a minute. Every time you correct is a way of showing you care enough about the little turtle to make sure he not only gets up but never has to fall again. And the way you spread your happiness like rays of sunshine with so much to give. The silence is just another way of saying I love you. So wrap your me up in your arms and hold me like you never want to let me go. Like I'm the last girl you'll ever say you want to grow old with. Maybe this time when you look me in the eyes instead of weight scales and eyeliner streaked tears you'll see a girl with a heart full of hope. A girl with hand me down sweaters and books about pretty girls sheltered never having stepped out of their castle. So when I ask you if I'm beautiful hold me and tell me all my little quirks that make me an individual.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
Maybe I just want to breathe
If I had any amount of money for every time I've been called beautiful I'd be rich in every way except for honesty. You think that beauty is measured by the eye? We are taught to open our mouths to put on a coats of chemicals redder then any blood I've spilled and nastier then any skin tone already given. And yet it's advertised as beautiful. Like for some reason, we weren't in the first place. So what you're saying is the way I tuck my hair behind my ear is tactful. That all my knowledge of Harry Potter isn't **** Well excuse my premature thoughts of the obvious ****** tension that Harry and Draco shared hidden between the lines of JK Rowlings novelty. My wonders of paint splattered jeans I put on display like calouges in a coffee shop, aren't they artful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, the magazines of models so skinny you could pick cheese with them. And the women just given birth going on weight watchers. As if strong thighs and meat on your bones is something to be ashamed of. Maybe influence is something we have no control over but do you mean to tell me I am beautiful because my thighs don't touch and you can see my collar bone? Well I can say the same for a little girl in Haiti. She lost her life because there was no food left after the farmers took her families last handful of soil. But at least she was beautiful right? I want you to stop telling me I'm pretty because my eyes are a certain way. I want you to stop telling him he is ugly because has scars left over on his skin. And instead look at our tactics at life. I'll look at yours for a minute. Every time you correct is a way of showing you care enough about the little turtle to make sure he not only gets up but never has to fall again. And the way you spread your happiness like rays of sunshine with so much to give. The silence is just another way of saying I love you. So wrap your me up in your arms and hold me like you never want to let me go. Like I'm the last girl you'll ever say you want to grow old with. Maybe this time when you look me in the eyes instead of weight scales and eyeliner streaked tears you'll see a girl with a heart full of hope. A girl with hand me down sweaters and books about pretty girls sheltered never having stepped out of their castle. So when I ask you if I'm beautiful hold me and tell me all my little quirks that make me an individual.
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Under the serene starry sky lay a hushed beating heart In a field as far as the horizon offered always allured by God's majestic art Two glistening eyes on Draco fixated Orion seemed the epitome of delight Deciphering the secrets the cosmos held in awe of the gloom broken by celestial light Almost as if the stars were reaching out too cradling the little one in their truths unraveling their mysteries to the heart of the wild in their lullaby, ease and soothe The galaxies above used their magic to fill the obscure heart with emotions aplenty and all that chained it to the insipid earth were mundane realities and gravity
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
Serene Starry Sky
One red leather seat Eighty-seven red leather seats Golden sheen of the mace Black over their shoulders White cloth banded over sight Upright hand of upright spirit A golden scale in one The glimmering blade in another Words carved on the starch Under the flag, written These that bond us Restrict us, Set us, Show us Yet when the path astray is led The cries of The rightful the just Go mum and mute and silent and hushed The red leather seats In present turn into thrones of Knives and fire As Draco watches on, envious In books, in schools We preach, often Events we fear we repeat Words we fear we echo But unbeknownst we do Betwixt our hurried steps and False grips on reality We again allow its passage First they came for And I did not speak out Because I was not And there was no one left to speak for
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Slander
He is the one who rules through flame Wild in spirit and mind untamed From the savage lands he came To liberate and break our chains Warrior of the Storm Commander of the Dragon Force Ambassador of War Horror story with a magic sword See him rise on wings of death above the fire See him soar on winds of gore above the battlefield and higher Hear the roar of his Wyvern Towards the war they're flying A nightmare which strikes fear In the hearts of all mankind Fly, Dragon Rider The King of Time, the God of Light He forged an entire Empire in the Shadows of the Night She is the one, a rose in the blaze Hailing from a place that nobody knows by name In Magia Draco Ignis She would claim her fame Savior of the lost and hopeless Slave Emancipator She's a sight to behold as she fights in the cold A blur of beauty and violence as she upholds the knight's code Hear the singing of the stinger as it spears the winds of winter A vision nigh-invincible Dominates the hate below Fly, Dragon Rider The Queen Divine, Goddess of Might Like flies to a Spider The wicked tyrants fall before her eyes And when they are joined together They'll conquer the realms of Earth and Heaven And worlds beyond perception A Neogalactic Inception A Universe Resurrected Where the Drakon hold Dominion They will keep us in line as they once did And that will be just the beginning
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
Dragon Rider
*when i was in St. Petersburg i must have picked up a Rasputin virus, a Siberian gnat bite... **** you not; the only misery i have is that my counterfeiting assailants were, at best, middle class, and not aristocratic.* no, honestly, after reading the style magazine with all its smooch bravado of resentment and care... i hash-tagged myself: yep it's trending... i've just about finished a 70cl bottle of whiskey ******* around with Dylan Thomas and St. George... draco ex cymru. but still it hits me, encoding sounds was never so hard... those clouds of sunset look so much better and multi-coloured when they do with sunglasses... i don't know what's in these sunglasses but i'm picking out pinks and purples... which i can't make out without the sunglasses... an L.S.D. trip or what? i wrote this faster than you'll read it, given the skim- aspect of literature, immediate journalistic recycling... they still love Shakespeare, don't know why, don't ask me why, it's an affair of the english education system... well... ploy... conspiracies are welcome posthumously and adequate intellectual material.... was it Marlowe or John Dee the Elizabethan era double O 7 alchemist to blame? never seen oxygen paired up like that! must be a crucifix miracle! desecrate christ subsequently desecrate all remnants of royal authority, **** into the crown of the governor of Liechtenstein: what? i need the loo! the idea of you teaching me manners is like you teaching me Hadrian's is synonymous with qin shi Huang's rattle; rattle meaning the broken spines of the bricklayers who levelled the ground around them with cement... and still the Mongol horde came! Scots looked at Hadrian's accomplishment and laughed drunk with a lullaby. the Mongols stretched their tongues saying: if Europe and Iraq to be ours, we have to climb that, no arrow will crumble it even if shot at the cracks! i love walls, esp. if they're like Malbork castle of red brick... once owned by Teutonic knights... i end up playing abstract chess with their brickwork, a strange arithmetic... girlfriend? what for? have you heard of the aces movement?
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Marlowe and Dee and 70cl
*when i was in St. Petersburg i must have picked up a Rasputin virus, a Siberian gnat bite... **** you not; the only misery i have is that my counterfeiting assailants were, at best, middle class, and not aristocratic.* no, honestly, after reading the style magazine with all its smooch bravado of resentment and care... i hash-tagged myself: yep it's trending... i've just about finished a 70cl bottle of whiskey ******* around with Dylan Thomas and St. George... draco ex cymru. but still it hits me, encoding sounds was never so hard... those clouds of sunset look so much better and multi-coloured when they do with sunglasses... i don't know what's in these sunglasses but i'm picking out pinks and purples... which i can't make out without the sunglasses... an L.S.D. trip or what? i wrote this faster than you'll read it, given the skim- aspect of literature, immediate journalistic recycling... they still love Shakespeare, don't know why, don't ask me why, it's an affair of the english education system... well... ploy... conspiracies are welcome posthumously and adequate intellectual material.... was it Marlowe or John Dee the Elizabethan era double O 7 alchemist to blame? never seen oxygen paired up like that! must be a crucifix miracle! desecrate christ subsequently desecrate all remnants of royal authority, **** into the crown of the governor of Liechtenstein: what? i need the loo! the idea of you teaching me manners is like you teaching me Hadrian's is synonymous with qin shi Huang's rattle; rattle meaning the broken spines of the bricklayers who levelled the ground around them with cement... and still the Mongol horde came! Scots looked at Hadrian's accomplishment and laughed drunk with a lullaby. the Mongols stretched their tongues saying: if Europe and Iraq to be ours, we have to climb that, no arrow will crumble it even if shot at the cracks! i love walls, esp. if they're like Malbork castle of red brick... once owned by Teutonic knights... i end up playing abstract chess with their brickwork, a strange arithmetic... girlfriend? what for? have you heard of the aces movement?
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Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux 1 That wicked liar offers us a poisoned cup In whose sheeny surface we see ourselves Reflected in his cold imaginings And not our own, in what we ought to be There is another Cup for us, not this one Just as there is a stone that must be moved A bird of night to be repudiated A thorny bush that burns, but not itself A blessing breaks that false and bitter cup - We share the one that God has lifted up 1 In English, let not the dragon be my guide; it appears on the medal of Saint Benedict as NDSMD.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux (Dragons, eh?)
Constellations A roadmap of our galaxy, Intricately placed to create the Orion belt introduces the -- Taurus and Draco. Discovered: given Names and epithets that act as bandages of history and hope; pillars of the past, broken and shattered; not only good memories do the constellations hold. A roadmap millenniums aged and still cryptic, enigmatic. There for the fall of the Roman Empire: A witness of the fallen bodies and cracked glass human hearts of Auschwitz. Constellations: surrounded by onyx, stars doctoring the constellations, creating stories -- undiscovered and renewed. A galaxy of muted midnights, murky blues, darkened purples, vibrancy and life present one day, muted and cloaked in obsidian The next.
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
Constellations
At that night, you told me that every stars has it's own meaning and your favorite was draco—the the dragon. I asked you why and you told me it resembles your old self—a destructive one. "i'm not capable of making you happy" he said. i'm not the missing star of your constellation, i'm not the sunshine to your morning i'm not your cravings of satisfaction i'm not the one who's gonna wait for you while you're walking to that aisle that you and i have dreamt, i'm not the one who's capable of wiping your tears when you are sad. but i know one thing for sure—he gasped for air, trying to bring back himself from crying. i know that i can love you till the end, i may or cannot do all of this, but as long as you're here it's alright.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Constellations
Some day I'll flirt with Andromeda staying just beyond the length of her chains take a hard right at Orion's belt insinuate myself around Draco's tail and join my clan of Ursans who no longer point northward on my passage through to my next edition.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
My next edition
Thy dream ! i hope you strive to its realm . for it will be a sad emblem , at the last night your own sight to blame . though the grit and gut abide you than mum . if the Psyche drives thought but you cant confirm . cause the tide most governs your palm . but its your choice to comply and raise dim . to swerve the Sophist story as unlike grime . it can be a fancy yet upon your nature ist a crime . to dream with the crow and have sight cast ; slim . for my dream i behold and its my nature holy affirm . there is cleft , Draco , Petra , but i care not then for grim . my soul fain for the noble art of my life's humble theme . im a dreamer , high spirited but i want one thing my life's claim. oh ! i never dream twice but to live the token of my time . if a name should last ; Columbus ,Malcolm , have only prithee their own life rhythm . as for lore past , and drags in as in its prime . the memory of their graves is ever for reclaim . i hope you strive to its realm , thy dream !
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
THY DREAM ...
I call you my Draco and you call me your Luna. You, however, are far more than the sun, moon, and stars to me.
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
Nickname
let me count the numbers of ways i miss you: i miss your hair    how messy it becomes from the wind i miss your eyes    as they're (somehow) constantly on me i miss your voice    the way my name sounds coming from you    tossing compliments at me, left and right i miss your beard    how it feels when you nuzzle into my shoulder    absently playing with it while you drive i miss your hands    your fingers exploring my cold skin    entwined as we walk through the park i miss your torso    my arms under your jacket as we embrace    pulling me against you i miss your feet    how my feet can fit inside yours    your reaction when I tickle them i miss you all the inside jokes every single kiss there's a look you get when you're staring at me snuggling taking walks sitting in the back of your car constantly talking **** and "poot" hearing you call me sweetheart                                                                     and that's just the start
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
for my draco