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Flourish in Radiance

Jie Song

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#myfish

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The Bishop Heket

yeah she’s wearing the wedding dress let me have this (her)

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Forget-Me-Nots

The flower blooms so slowly,

Toward light that hardly seeps;

'Neath the charred, obsidian entrance to

Tombs carved from rock-filled sheets.

These walls were made to act as cage

To monsters, fears and dreams:

Crumbled walls rumble from echoes,

Shake with souls, the damned, the dead, the lost.

The first one trapped was not the last

Aghast at where they're tossed.

The flower's bloomed so fully now,

With the nutrients it's scraped;

Betwixt the cracks of war's legacy

Carved by attempts to defy fate.

The deities claim they know it all,

They proclaim their knowledge truth;

What they fail to understand

Is the underlying root:

The truth does lie in lies from fools

Who design their fates themselves.

They fight and fight, but die the same

As those in resignation thus dwell.

No witan, oracle or scholar

Can divine the divine from stars,

No supposition, nor proposition

May defy life's grand work of art.

The flower's wilting slowly now,

Fading from memory's view.

The one who planted forget-me-nots

Has forgotten them far too soon.

Off to war, the soldiers march,

The final frontier beckons;

Consequence of meddling becomes

A far too-late-learned lesson.

The walls are charred, the bricks hit hard,

Tales of woe through dark plots of passion.

The time came nigh, then passed them by,

Forgotten knots of bright-bloomed depression.

The flower's dead, the petals rot,

Slight breeze carries their essence.

Memory fades, and turns the page

Planting newfound seeds of presence.

Forget-me-nots, forgotten plots,

All come to destined end;

What's wrong was right,

What's right was wrong,

Till made right again,

My friend...

(Based on @dlrge's oc Naiad and her current backstory, my beautiful wife 🥰)

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stuffies

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apple tiger

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do NOT step at me on the fourth of footwerk

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Annie's Ibiza Fall/Wint 2024

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"Do I look like your girlfriend?

...🦋 🦋 🦋

I don't look like a ghost, do I?"

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you may be losing the idgaf war but they wouldn't even let me enlist. on account of my poet's temperament.

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A hibiscus flower under ultraviolet light, shining for the polinators.

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My beloved (Ixora)

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altar of the moon

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The Lost Boys (1987) dir. Joel Schumacher

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The Lost Boys (1987)