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Star snatcher
6 feet fingers dashing stars out the sky, Shifting the course of light awry. He turns my plains into plantations, cultivating distant past emotions, whispering sweet nothings to my dandelions. Puffing at my fragile seeds after they bloom. tugging
My stars, my rocks, my gems, my comets.
Pecked and tossed by him;
My gravity just wasn't enough to make them stay, my pull only pushed them away.
24.6 round in sol, 24/7 he's stealing my soul.
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3rd wish
Tainted by the crudeness from this fallen world, Her shrivelled heart staggers towards redemption.
The blood of the innocent lamb is the only cure,the only way to heal the impure. Verminous claws rip away at the breast To reveal the Golden heart in his chest. His rhythm conceals her irregularity
Did this blood need to be shed just to have clarity?
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Stumble into the Grave/Tilted Crown
His glorious wings wizened like corroded copper ; transformed into a heap of gangrenous wilt. Drained of it all.
Exiled and dragged through the clay, Petrified skin with no sign of decay. A stranger to vitality, his once soft gaze now full of tenacity.
He can blend right in with the stars in the sky, with the howl in the wind and with the waves in the sea and he can blend right in with you and with me. Continue onwards towards your graves, with your eyes closed and believe me the back of his teeth make a triumphant appearence in the smiles of your kinship,you'll make his dark eyes will gleam since his work was worthwhile.
But fear not because those eyes cant hurt you, that devlish smile will never come close to taking your light.
Fear not child.
Abounding grace and mercy will save you from his grasp ; love peace and joy will save you from his clasp.
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My words are treated like the lamb behind in the herd, The wolves they all surround me. Although I speak the truth and speak it well, It seems to be like crawling through the seven levels of hell to simply understand me.
No one listens
My eyes will glisten
My words reak with hope
An optimistic stench surrounds me
Romans 12:2
@darkrume
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My life, and the lives of my children and wife, have turned into a continuous nightmare. Words cannot describe the extent of the pain and suffering we endure. Our reality in Gaza has become bleak, with each passing day burdening us with more tragedies and hardships that seem endless.
The least I can describe is the line where I stand with my children, waiting for water. I am severely injured, facing the possibility of losing my leg, yet I stand as thousands of others do. These scenes repeat daily, adding to our pain and suffering.




I had dental surgery an hour before posting this. Imagine the pain I went through because there were no painkillers available.

Don't these children deserve a dignified life like other children around the world? My children, my wife, and I are waiting for any small help from your donations. 5 euros can change the reality we live in.

Every day, or even every hour, we move from place to place. Please, I want to leave before the time comes when I can no longer ask for help and my children, my wife, and I are killed.


I am eagerly waiting for any gesture from your compassionate hearts, hoping for your kindness and mercy. I long for you to share my story and make a donation, as we are in desperate need. My children, my family, and I love you and are waiting for a change in the donation number that could alter our tragic reality.

All my information is verified and my campaign has been authenticated.
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MetaMORPHasis
A new era, Squeaky clean clarity
The end of an era, Broken glass, insanity.
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Dishwasher
spoon in the dishwasher, left in the back.
Never clean, never taken of the rack, abandoned like the runt of a pack.
The jet powered streams and infinte steams won't clean me the way her hands do...won't give me the glamourous glisten factory fresh glass gleams.
#cutlery#pork cutlet#renewal#renewable power#glass#carving#wood#bowl#low spoons#woodworking#new blessings#be a blessing#watercolor#waterfall#ocean#cliffs#grass#watercolour art#field#sea#poolside#swimming pool#poolcore#beach#swim#love#love quotes#lovers
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culla combo goes hardd









choco biscuit gyaru 🍮🎀🍓🍫( ^ω^ )!!
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Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved.
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