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The Dealer
The Dealer sees, the Dealer knows. || Blog of alter Spades of the Lunar Plume System. Will deal in original posts, reblogs, and asks answered. Feel free to ask anything, the Dealer feeds on what is left here and answers in return.
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“Deep under the mountain, where streetlights flicker upon the underground river and the jazz bands play for the city of twilight, Casino Blue has its doors wide open”
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YOU WONDER IF THE AIR IS ALWAYS THIS QUIET AFTER DARK. YOUR DOG KEEPS PAUSING TO STARE AT SOMETHING BEHIND YOU, BUT THE FLASHLIGHT REVEALS NOTHING. HE DOES NOT SEEM ALARMED, JUST INTERESTED.
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Silence hasn’t fallen, has it?
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That mask seems awful heavy.
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Are you quiet? No. You are unending.
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Cant wait to go though this blog at night and cry
These studies need not your tears. Sleep requests you.
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A day brings weather. A mind brings emotion. What have you brought upon this plane?
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Quiet loss and loud tension find solace in storms.
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It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s dark, but warm. Everything is black. There is nothing. The darkness swirls around me; gentle, peaceful. My body is light. My body is heavy. Suspended in the waters of nothingness. I do not breathe. I do not speak. My eyes are open, but I do not see. My lips are parted, and from them comes a sea of darkness, of nothingness. It travels from my soul and out through my throat, straining my jaw and bending my neck. And the darkness speaks to me. It whispers. Gently. And slowly the darkness rocks me to sleep. My eyes open and I can see.
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