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"puera" poems
❁ the skylark summons the dead to rise as you watch with cloudy, wishful eyes our sisterhood survives throughout the dark they will never silence our voices when we call to the tune, the world rejoices wild child, living in a fantasy wild child, the myth lives on within you wild child, you create your own dreams wild child, enchant them do what you do the white cat knocks over the lamp with a smile a sea of tears flows from your eyes as deep as the Nile a mirage is in sight, a vision it seems the fabric of your sadness is ripped at the seams we weave a spell together, fashioned stitch by stitch you look to me and laugh, mischievous like a witch our sisterhood still lives on through the dark as we wait for the time to leave our mark they will never silence our voice when the world calls our tune we will rejoice fuera puera, vivens in autem fantasia fuera puera, quod fabula vitae on intra vos furea puera, vos creo tuus agnosco somniums fuera puera lamia facio qualis vos facio
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
and_then_she_is_the_darkness
wild child
❁ the skylark summons the dead to rise as you watch with cloudy, wishful eyes our sisterhood survives throughout the dark they will never silence our voices when we call to the tune, the world rejoices wild child, living in a fantasy wild child, the myth lives on within you wild child, you create your own dreams wild child, enchant them do what you do the white cat knocks over the lamp with a smile a sea of tears flows from your eyes as deep as the Nile a mirage is in sight, a vision it seems the fabric of your sadness is ripped at the seams we weave a spell together, fashioned stitch by stitch you look to me and laugh, mischievous like a witch our sisterhood still lives on through the dark as we wait for the time to leave our mark they will never silence our voice when the world calls our tune we will rejoice fuera puera, vivens in autem fantasia fuera puera, quod fabula vitae on intra vos furea puera, vos creo tuus agnosco somniums fuera puera lamia facio qualis vos facio
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puer puera puerae puella puellus puelli mani cured and trimmed too close almost cuticle cut blister sigh blood blister blood blossoming beneath the nail bed hit it right on the nailhead shaved legs, and a neckbeard. sledgehammer Sally sips sweetly from silly saddle-wearin' thoroughbred unicorns I am a fairy faun from deep inside your frightful wardrobe roaring lion lyin' through the skin of my teeth ice queen itch I scream for tag team ***** *** bag drag teen ditch pull queen grab done deal dean pull mean and drag me in and pull me out and grab a hold and leg it go and let's flow and I'm a ******* princess gasping and I'm Prince Caspian dead and drowning between blurred lines between between the read the lines blurred and I'm just trying to reach through the seemingly subtle spaces in between rows of words between letters and faces but every line and every curve of the pen is an iron bar and I'm just trying to reach through reach up through all these symbols pull myself out of all these vague misrepresentations of understandings and I accidentally cut myself on the serrated edges of the pixelated abstractions and drip drip Let's get some coffee.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
gigi-tiji
Pulling myself out between the lines
puer puera puerae puella puellus puelli mani cured and trimmed too close almost cuticle cut blister sigh blood blister blood blossoming beneath the nail bed hit it right on the nailhead shaved legs, and a neckbeard. sledgehammer Sally sips sweetly from silly saddle-wearin' thoroughbred unicorns I am a fairy faun from deep inside your frightful wardrobe roaring lion lyin' through the skin of my teeth ice queen itch I scream for tag team ***** *** bag drag teen ditch pull queen grab done deal dean pull mean and drag me in and pull me out and grab a hold and leg it go and let's flow and I'm a ******* princess gasping and I'm Prince Caspian dead and drowning between blurred lines between between the read the lines blurred and I'm just trying to reach through the seemingly subtle spaces in between rows of words between letters and faces but every line and every curve of the pen is an iron bar and I'm just trying to reach through reach up through all these symbols pull myself out of all these vague misrepresentations of understandings and I accidentally cut myself on the serrated edges of the pixelated abstractions and drip drip Let's get some coffee.
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