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Papillon Attrape
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papillonattrape · 1 year ago
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papillonattrape · 1 year ago
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Думите са плът, които минават през мен и не прощават, превъплъщение на грозотата като пръстен увит около теб незнайно защо аз продължавам да се рея из неизбежността на лятото. Да продължавам аз, не знам защо, безвремието погълнало е хоризонтите, повсеместни, улици без изход, лутайки се в кръг, не зная, къде е края и къде началото
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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The closeness of a gentle soul is a punishing vulnerability creaking in from underneath the wooden panels, Of a wretched home, corroded scaffold, where caressing of the soul begets no more stillness, but volatility which no longer startles me. Loosen up the tangles of your erratic reasoning. The prescience of urgency descending upon us as my hands wrap up  around your body,
a half-burnt candle at a pagan altar I am an Eastern recluse  washed ashore the banks of Craigside where we pledged  ourselves  to the calling  of a lucid dream our amaranthine lullaby,  an Elysian glue, 
You have tended to a feverfew, she said, you can heal, though thy lesion gushes out the marred essence of the world.
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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إرشاد
Blood meridians, of the land of gore the last rendering of hope, withers out in the heat glassy is the gaze of lost childhood an unrequited call for peace, our pleas, a silent contortion of the earth plane
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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Tangential
The haunting of my reverie  is a chasm without a crater  an affect of the whip of motion that is the inconsistent  coercive sentiment perpetuating the ruckus of unison and chaos and amorphous noise ever so seamlessly
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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Sans effort
The deity of seduction had settled in with the last moon, a foreboding of a rare Jupiter and Venus rendezvous in Pisces. We would be clashing in our imaginary radiuses seeking to distance ourselves but would only end up coalescing together to appease a nuanced understanding of perplexion. To meet halfway would be to trip over a brick wall, an unsurmountable mirror image of a daffodil:
Come Drink With The Vegas Stars Tonight Come Drink With The Vegas Stars Tonight We'll Find You In The Bowels Of The Beast Yeah We'll Find You And Take You Home Tonight Come Fuck With The Vegas Lights Tonight Come Fuck With The Vegas Lights Tonight We'll Find You Terror In Your Eyes Yeah We'll Find You And Take You Home Tonight
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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écart voyeuriste
Bleeding petals of sedation, undying  in the gaze of  a perennial,  thy mirrored discourse  is a spatiotemporal condition  of the senses unabated  by the woeful  disposition of the skies
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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un murmure sans fin
Кукловод на преходни структури защо сме тук един ден, а сетне - не, обичам образа и формата, regardless. Не казвай, че сами сме били през цялото време, а кажи, как да изпълним със смисъл хартиените кули, които се свличат,  безнадеждно,  давейки се,  напоени орхидеи гаснат бавно  във жарта на лятото
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papillonattrape · 2 years ago
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