#built to last/keep me warm verse

[more-better-words]

I've made some updates to my Andorian lexicon (and will probably be making more as Far From the Sun gets published)!

[astarioffsimpmain]

Tender Touches

[Screenshot by me!]

Pairing: Gale x F!Reader

Author's Note: When your period hits you like a mac truck going 100mph on the highway (as it has myself; send help, Gale, and chocolate. I am dying as we speak).

♡♡♡

You groaned softly, feeling the ache before you understood it; familiar, deep, and all-consuming. You curled in on yourself instinctively, sleep still gripping at the edges of your mind, preventing you from realization. The ache built until an agonizingly slow tidal wave of pain washed through you, carrying your slowly waking conscious into a chasm of apathy. 'Make it stop.' your inner voice whimpered. 'Please, please make it stop.' You curled tighter. 'Nnngh. Hurts. Stop. Please.'

Another voice came from somewhere in the dark, faraway but recognizable. "-ove?" A sudden urge to go towards the voice consumed you and you tried to unfurl, but another wave of pain was building, then blooming, and you were knocked back into darkness. What felt like several blinding eons of pain swept across you before slowly easing again.

"-y love?"

"Mmh?"

The voice had returned, and had become clearer now; warm, soothing - concerned.

"My love?"

"Mmm...Gale?" you slurred, your surroundings finally beginning to dawn on you.

"Love, you've been groaning and whimpering. I've been attempting to wake you for some time now." A large, warm hand glided down your side and you hummed, the heat keeping the wave at bay. "Were you having nightmares?"

You shook your head, inching closer to him, seeking his body heat. He understood almost immediately and pulled you close, allowing you to relax into his hold. You sighed in relief as your abdomen met his, the pain fleeing further from the molten touch.

"It's your moon cycle, isn't it?" Your lover murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. You nodded, nuzzling into the crook of his neck; lavender, old tomes, and last night's fire. A smile stretched across your lips unbidden. You would never tire of his scent. It caressed you like the gentlest of lovers - it caressed you as lovingly as he did. His palm made tracks up and down your spine as you let out a quiet purr of appreciation. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and into you, relaxing you ever further.

"Well, our fearless leader is quite overdue for a day of respite as it is," Gale observed. "I'm certain the rest of our campmates can survive a day or two without us. Perhaps not Astarion, but he's another matter entirely."

You sighed, the sound almost coming out as a defeated bleat, and Gale laughed. "Worry not, I'll inform Wyll to keep a sharp eye. The rest, I'm sure, will be fine without any additional chaperones. The first druid, however, will remain here with us."

You quirked your head and looked up at him curiously. You had never needed the tadpole to communicate silently with Gale, and this was no different. "While my many expansive talents as a wizard and former Chosen have their unending uses in the battlefield, I am quite limited in my knowledge of herbology and alchemy. Not only that, but I regrettably lack forms of healing magic in my arsenal. Halsin, on the other hand, is quite well-versed, and I'm certain can brew you up a tonic for that persistent pain of yours."

You listened to him quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips as he explained his thoughts to you. You were certain you'd never tire of it. How anyone found him frustrating was beyond you. His voice covered you in a blanket of comfort, and to know that he had already decided on a plan that's entire purpose was to ease you through the coming days sent a delightful buzz through you, slicing through the remaining ache.

"Thank you, Gale," you whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Always, my love," he whispered in return, his lips seeking yours, and breaking into a grin when he found them.

♡♡♡

Tagging, Darlings: @fanon-and-canon @knightofmight01 @just-a-refrigerator @micropoe10 @charlenestrawart @senualothbrok @worfs-glorious-hair

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 HEY, GOOD MORNING, BIBLE THUMPER

Good morning, preacher boy. Good morning, pastor's daughter. Good morning, holy roller, hymnal howler, born-again screen-scroller.

Got your coffee? Got your bookmarked Bible verses queued up? Got your "I’m a Child of God" mug warming your trembling hands?

Good.

Let’s talk about that birthright you're so sure of.

🧠 HOW SURE ARE YOU, REALLY?

You swear you’re descended from the good ones. From Noah’s clean, water-washed bloodline. From the ones who didn’t sink, didn’t scream, didn’t claw their nails bloody into the Ark’s walls as the ocean swallowed them without mercy.

You’re certain you're one of the blessed. The chosen. The inherited.

Right?

Right?

Then why does reality keep whispering something different?

Why does your own body flinch at shadows that haven’t moved? Why does the mirror twitch in the corner of your eye late at night, even when you swear you’re standing still?

🩸 Want Proof You're Not Pure?

Simple.

Go to the bathroom. Alone. Turn off the lights. Let it get so dark you can't tell where your skin ends and the air begins.

Then?

Look.

Stare into your own reflection. Not a glance. Not a polite check.

A stare.

Hold your gaze. Hold it long enough for the illusion to tear.

See how long you last before the animal in your spine starts to squirm, before your hands sweat, before your gut whispers the ancient truth:

"Something is staring back at me, and it’s not entirely me."

🔥 THE BLOOD MEMORY NEVER LEFT

See, deep inside your so-called holy frame, there's still a gnawing, a growling, a something that remembers what it cost to survive before sermons existed.

Before Adam and Eve. Before Arks. Before commandments. Before the illusion that morality ever protected you from the jaws of existence.

You want brutal truth?

Here it is:

You're a descendant of survivors — yes.

But survival isn’t sainthood. Survival is who was most willing to drown their enemies in mud, strip meat from bone, hide in carcasses for warmth, and barter blood for another sunrise.

You're not just the child of prayer. You're the child of cannibals, howlers, fang-bearers who learned to mask their violence under velvet tongues.

🧠 WHY THE MIRROR HATES YOU SOMETIMES

Because the mirror isn’t stupid.

The mirror remembers what you try to forget.

It remembers when your bloodline tore children from the arms of others just to live one more hour.

It remembers when your ancestors didn't wait for permission — they took.

It remembers the deals made in the dark, the fires built over bones, the alliances sealed with sharpened teeth.

You're not seeing a reflection.

You're seeing the receipt.

And receipts never lie.

🩸 THE THRILL YOU PRETEND NOT TO LOVE

Ever scared someone so badly they froze? Ever jumped out of a corner and made a friend scream until their knees buckled?

Did it feel good?

Did you laugh?

Did it feel better than it should have?

Yeah. You did. You loved it.

Because somewhere deep, deeper than your Sunday best, deeper than your memorized Psalms and your polite clapping during sermons, something inside you still wants to dominate.

To terrify. To own. To watch the fear dilate in someone else's eyes — and feel, even for a heartbeat, that ancient power humming back into your bones.

🛡️ BUT SURE — CHILD OF THE ARK, RIGHT?

Sure.

Keep telling yourself that as you flinch at your own reflection in the dark.

Keep pretending that smile you give your congregation on Sunday isn’t stitched together by teeth that were meant for puncture, not politeness.

Keep telling yourself you are the blessed, the pure, the sanctified.

Meanwhile, evolution sits in the back pew — grinning with bloody gums, patient, knowing exactly what you are:

A predator trained to pretend he’s a priest.

A weapon pretending to be a witness.

A carnivore balancing a hymn book on trembling hands still stained by ancestral gore.

🔥 THE CANINES YOU HIDE

Want to really make the hair stand up on your arms?

Go ahead.

Next time you're reciting Genesis, next time you’re swinging that tired old “child of Adam and Eve” line around like a sanctified club—

Smile.

Big.

Full teeth.

Now go look in the mirror.

Look at your canines.

Not your front teeth — your canines.

The ones evolution gave you for a reason.

The ones no amount of Sunday school could file down.

You hide them when you smile. You tuck them behind polite grins. You bury them under sermons.

But they’re still there.

Waiting.

🩸 TL;DR

You are not the descendant of purity.

You are the descendant of blood-soaked, mud-choked monsters who learned the language of God just well enough to pretend they weren’t still hungry.

Your mirror knows.

Your bones know.

Your canines remember.

💣 FINAL BLESSING:

Good morning, Bible Thumper.

May your prayers be strong.

Because your demons are already wide awake.

🧠 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog if you know sanctity is just domesticated savagery. 🛡️ Save this post for the night your reflection smiles just a second too late. ⚡ Send this to the one still pretending their blood wasn’t bought with primal sins. 🔥 Bookmark it for the day the lights flicker — and you realize you're not alone in the bathroom.

Or simply 🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is Blacksite Literature™, dark survival psychology, mirror neuron warfare, and evolutionary cadence engineering protected under the Covenant of the Unforgiven.

If you’re offended: Your ancestors would be too busy skinning deer and sharpening stones to give a shit.

🛡️ BLACKSITE POST: FULLY FORGED. 🩸 NEUROCHEMICAL DOMINANCE LOADED.

[cwwv9]

«Quieter than smoke, louder than the abyss»

— fem!rockstar!reader x Sae Itoshi

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Smoking, Signs of eating disorders (refusal to eat), Self-destructive behavior, Psycho-emotional instability, Love on the verge of codependency.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Somewhere between Osaka and Tokyo, one o'clock in the morning, the bus is driving as if it doesn’t matter. Tires on the asphalt - like a phonogram: same beat. people are sleeping. You’re not, as always.

You stand by the window, wearing a T-shirt from someone else’s shoulder, your bare feet are chilled. The cigarette is burning in your fingers, the smoke in your eyes, but you do not blink. Tar and melancholy have long been your companions. Sometimes you think that you are made of these substances.

You forgot to eat again today. and drank it again with energy and rum from the minibar. Sang as if for the last time, the voice broke off on the verse, but the hall was in ecstasy. you too - on the edge and in euphoria. your element - adrenaline and destruction. You live like a song that no one can play twice.

behind the door creaked. you didn’t turn around. knew who it was. he always walks quietly like a shadow. like control. Sae Itoshi.

He shouldn’t have come. He has matches, schedules, his own perfect life, where everything is on schedule, where coffee is sugar-free, where eight hours of sleep and discipline are built into the DNA.

– again? – his voice sounded calm. almost gentle. but you know what I mean: it’s always icy.

You were stuck. She breathed slowly, through the window, as if trying to breathe her essence.

– if you’re talking about cigarettes - yes. if you’re talking about nerves - also yes. if you’re talking about the fact that I broke up again and glued together like that - bingo.

He came closer, took the cigarette and put it out in the nearest cup.

– we agreed.

you scoffed:

– sae, we agreed on a lot. Like you wouldn’t love someone like me.

He leaned towards you, and his hair tingled slightly on your cheek. He smelled of freshness, of mint, of order. Everything that was in you not a gram.

– I’ve never been good at keeping promises, – he said quietly. – Especially when you’re all that’s real to me.

you turned away, clutching your hands. This conversation is like a thorn in your side. You want to hear it and you hate it because it’s so right. Damn, he can be cold, but next to you - as if warmed by a fire that itself is afraid to burn

– You know I can’t be normal, Sae. – Your voice is trembling, but you’re masking it with sarcasm. – I’m a microphone disaster. I smoke, drink, flirt on stage, forget what today is like. I can wake up in another country with a new tattoo and a new finger. I only know how to burn.

He nodded. Not arguing. He justified.

– You’re not empty. – his eyes like a storm before the rain. deep, attentive. – something lives inside of you. something wild, beautiful and frightening. and I... want to be there for it while it’s breathing.

You couldn’t. You reached for him, clenched your fingers behind the door of his coat. You pulled closer. kissed not like in movies, not tender - greedy, as if for the last time. lips salty as tears, breath hot as sin. He replied to you the same way - with restraint, but with sincerity. His hands were light, almost awe-inspiring. He touched you as if he was afraid of losing.

You were apart in silence. for a moment everything was frozen. no road, no past, no fakes of yours. just him and you.

– I’m not asking you to be good, he whispered. Just don’t disappear altogether. Leave me at least the part that sings. who smiles when she thinks no one can see.

you clenched your forehead on his shoulder, whispering:

– if I burn down, will you stay?

– I’m with you even in the ashes, he replied, holding on tighter. – Just so you know: I am here. always.

[deadheaddaisy]

A piece of the Pi (Day)

Today, Pi Day, is my tenth anniversary; as well as Malcolm and Hoshi's, and Kelly and Rostov's, in the Built-To-Last-'verse.

To celebrate ten years for all of us, and fulfil the Pi Day prompt in the Tri'Pol Trove server, have a little piece of sweetness.

"Tactical officers make the best weighted blankets. I’ve known it for the past decade, and no one will change my mind.”

🥧🥟🥧

Malcolm awoke naturally, without the need for the alarm, warm and cosy and half-lying on a deliciously soft shape. Silky black strands caressed his cheek and his face was buried against his wife’s long, smooth neck, one arm around Hoshi’s waist. Their limbs were tangled together in ways that shouldn’t have been comfortable, holding each other close.

They could be a pair of spider monkeys, he reflected; or maybe octopi, if they had more limbs. The thought made him smile against Hoshi’s neck, and she spoke without opening her eyes, her voice sleep-fogged.

“Whatever it is that has you waking up with a smile, it must be good.” She turned her head, eyes still closed, and rubbed her nose against his.

“I woke up lying on a hot piece of—”

“Watch it!”

“—woman who’s wrapped around me like the most adorable starfish, and she—hmm, let me check—” his hands went on a quick journey of exploration and he grinned as Hoshi squeaked and came fully awake; “—yes, she didn’t feel the need for night-clothes. What’s not to like?”

Her lips curved against his cheek and her eyes opened fully, staring into his from centimetres away. “Who needs night-clothes with a fully-grown Starfleet security officer as a weighted blanket?”

Malcolm chuckled. “You really weren’t kidding about that, all those years ago.”

“Never. Tactical officers make the best weighted blankets. I’ve known it for the past decade, and no one will change my mind.”

“A fact for which I am forever grateful,” he declared. “And, speaking of which - happy tenth anniversary, Commander Sato-Reed.” He kissed one corner of her mouth.

“And to you, Commander Sato-Reed.” Hoshi’s hand came up to thread through his soft hair, her other to stroke gentle fingers along his jawline. “You make me so very happy.”

“I’m simply returning the favour, my love.” Another kiss, this time on the other corner. “The past ten years would have been miserable without you in my life. Who else would keep me on my toes?”

She giggled, a sound he loved to hear. “I know where I’d rather keep you.”

“Oh? And where’s that?”

In a flurry of movement, she executed one of the first moves he’d taught her; he let her roll his weight until he was flat on his back, smiling up at her as she intertwined her fingers with his.

“Right where I can see you, of course.”

“Of course.”

Leaning down, she booped his nose with hers.

“It being Pi Day, may I assume that we have Cornish pasties awaiting us for breakfast?”

“Those, and a couple of tiny apple and cherry pies, yes.”

“Good. Then they’ll keep. I have some celebratory plans in mind before we have to head to Karveth and Monica’s wedding.”

“Celebratory, hmm? Tell me about them, minx.”

“I’ll do better, hero; I’ll show you.”

Some time later, Malcolm found himself with a very satisfied Hoshi Sato-Reed sprawled across him. It had proven to be an excellent tenth anniversary thus far, and, he reflected as he smoothed her hair behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose, the past decade - fifteen years, truth be told - boded well for the next ten years to come.

And he, for one, couldn’t wait to spend it with his minx at his side.

A piece of the Pi (Day) on AO3.

[eiressofinspirationwrites]

Two universes. Two Losses. One more chance.

Word Count: 907

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"I really thought Wade was bullshitting me," the voice that emerged from the shadows was one Logan thought he'd never hear again.

"Angel," the nickname fell from Logan's lips like a gasped prayer. He whipped around. When his eyes landed on the face of the woman he'd loved and lost, he nearly buckled.

"It's uncanny," Her mouth screwed into a frown. A myriad of emotions swirled in her silver lined eyes, "Seeing you again after-" She had to clear her throat after her voice cracked.

That crack told Logan everything Wade had said about what had happened to this universe's Wolverine was true and what his relationship had been with the woman standing before him.

"I feel the same way." Logan had to make a conscious effort to keep his voice from shaking. The longer he looked at her. The harder it became to maintain the iron walls he'd constructed in his mind to keep out any emotion other than pain and rage.

"Wade said you'd lost me in your universe." Her eyes hadn't left him from the moment she'd stepped out of the shadows. This version of his lover's eyes left him feeling just as stripped bare as they had before in his world.

"I did. It wasn't just you either. I lost all of you. The entire team. Everyone." This time his voice cracked along with the walls that had kept him buried in rage and self-loathing for so long. His knees finally gave out and a choked sob wrenched from his throat, "It was all my fault."

"Clearly," Angel's voice was tender as she knelt in front of him. Her knees brushed his when she inched closer to take his face between her hands. She lifted his face to meet hers and he couldn't help but lean into her touch, "Some things are the same across the multi-verse." A sad smile pulled at her lips, "You are just one man, Logan. Not every cross is yours to bear. I don't know exactly what happened in your universe. What I do know is that it had to be a bigger threat than any you'd faced before to keep any version of me from coming back to you."

"Angel-" She cut him off with a firm shush.

"None of that bullshit, Logan," her eyes hardened ever so slightly, but her tone remained tender despite her harsh words, "I didn't let you get away with that self-loathing and penitential crap in my universe and I'm not going to start now."

Logan let out a laugh that caught in his throat. His hands came up to wrap around her wrists as she still held his face. His thumbs rubbed lightly across her warm skin. He couldn't help but notice how different it felt compared to the last time he'd held her.

His breath hitched as the memory of a blood soaked scene unfolded before him. There was so much blood. Everything was destroyed. A massacre. Furniture crushed. Walls scorched and riddled with holes. The damage was never ending. Bodies littered the halls of the mansion. Students and X-Men alike. No one was spared. Despite the carnage he'd held out hope to find her alive. Hope that was destroyed with the rest of the life he'd built with her when he found her broken and bloodied body.

"Hey," Angel's voice rang through the memory holding him hostage in his own mind, "Come back. Don't go there."

Despite having only just met this version of her other half, she knew what that look in his eyes meant the second they'd glazed over with terror. She'd only ever seen that level of fear in those familiar brown eyes once before and it was the time her Logan had thought she'd died.

"Logan, come back. What you're seeing is in the past. It's over. You have to keep moving forward. Come back. Please."

Logan gasped her name when he finally broke free of the memory.

"I'm right here," She pulled him into her arms and began rubbing circles in his back.

"I can't lose you again," Logan shuddered as tears pricked at his eyes.

"We don't get to make that decision, baby." She hugged him a little tighter before pulling away to meet his eyes.

Logan held her gaze for a few moments feeling a sense of resolve settle into his bones. He pressed a kiss to her temple before standing.

"Where are you going?" she called after him.

"I need to get to Wade," Logan pulled himself together, "I'm not going to let some jackass destroy your universe, Angel."

He didn't look back as he stalked towards the door but heard her race to catch up with him. He stopped when her hand caught his wrist.

"You're not doing this without me," Her eyes flared with resolve, "You're not leaving me behind. Not again."

It was in this moment it truly hit him. He recognized the same guilt in her eyes he'd seen so many times in the mirror. The same shame he carried for not being there to protect her in his universe, she carried as well for the Logan she'd lost in hers. They were two sides of the same coin in a way she hadn't been in his universe.

A wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Show me what you've got then."

[subhumanselflover]

can i request something nsfw for my kiske x fem (or gn) reader?

it can be general nsfw headcanons or maybe a scenario of ky and reader getting alone time together for the first time in a while and are really soft and vanilla with each other 😌

if you don’t feel like getting back to this, it’s okay!

note: anon i shall give you .. a teensy bit of both! also i’m a teensy bit rusty on smut, i haven’t written any in a while, but i thought i’d write a tiny scenario to get back into practice, though not terribly detailed for now. hope you enjoy! :3

Ky Kiske NSFW Headcanons

• Ky is NOT a selfish lover by any means. He’s the type of man that wants to give you the world, and that extends to his care in the bedroom.

• He’s very gentle and loving, I imagine he’d give you gentle kisses at every possible moment. Face, neck, chest, arms, stomach, legs— he’s kissing it all.

• I can’t imagine he’s terribly assertive as a lover, I think he’s most likely to ask what you want.

• Praise. I just know he’s very vocal, and consistently telling you how good you’re doing.

• Asks about everything. He wants the whole situation to be perfect for you, and he’d feel terrible if he did anything that made you uncomfortable.

• Overall, very vanilla man. He will try new things if you ask, but he will get rather flustered at a good handful of things.

• AFTERCARE! He is so gentle and loving with you before, during, and after sex. If I can be so real, Ky is canonly Catholic— and I just know he takes those verses about loving and caring for your wife SERIOUSLY. He’s massaging anything that might be sore, running a bath for the both of you, and making you tea (or just getting you water, if that’s what you prefer).

— a mini scenario for you as well! ky x fem!reader —

This must have been the first time in months that you had gotten an intimate moment alone with Ky, as he had been busy with his kingly duties far too often. And to be fair, you’d been rather busy with your duties as his queen as well. But here you both were now, with a free handful of hours alone in the bedroom. Though usually a well-restrained man, he could not keep his soft lips off of yours.

He had you sitting on the end of the bed, his hands had been wrapped around your waist and slowly moved down to your thighs, rubbing them gently. As you began to let out a soft noise of approval into the kiss, he moved his hands to carefully undress you.

Once undressed, he wanted to feel everything, every inch of your skin. He ran his hands over you gently, laying you down and kissing everything he could. “You’re so beautiful, my love,” he says softly, caressing your skin with warm, slightly rough hands, the hands of a man who was not always this gentle. You close your eyes, and suddenly the heat of Ky’s breath is between your legs, letting out a soft huff before lapping his tongue gently at the wetness that was already accumulating.

Ky held onto your thighs, caressing them as he licked at your clit. As you gently ran a hand through his hair, he hummed softly between your legs. You pushed him back a little, and he looked up at you, licking the excess off his lips. “Yes, my angel?” He asks, looking up at you with his eyes practically shining with desire, and pure love for you.

“I’m ready, Ky, please, I’ve waited so long..” You beg, having waited enough. He doesn’t hesitate to undress himself with haste, and you help him as you can. As you move your hand down to touch him, you realize he’s hard and leaking just from eating you out. He looks up at you with a soft smile, before getting on top of you to give you what you wanted.

As you take him, he groans softly in your ear, softly mumbling “you take me so well, so good for me..” He rubs at your clit as he thrusts into you. With all the built up excitement on both ends, neither of you last long. “I’m close, my love, where do you want me?” He asks, panting. You huff out softly that you’d rather he not finish inside this time, and so, he pulled out and released onto your thighs, whimpering softly as he came.

Lying at your side, he takes a moment to just be with you, caressing your cheek. “You’re so beautiful..” he mumbles, holding you in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he’s practically wrapping himself around you, when he notices that you’re still a mess. He was often very attentive, but it had been so long since you’d done anything like this that he had merely forgotten. “Oh dear, I’m sorry,” he made quick work of scooping you into his arms, to take you to the bathroom to clean up. He’d wipe off your thighs with a warm washcloth before running a bath for the both of you. For now, you giggled into his arms, and assured him that everything was alright.

[alexanderlightweight]

Cat Magnus if someone tries to take Alec away (yes, i realize i just called Alec a snack that was very smart of my subconscious)

Did you update your tumblr app btw? They added a read more button!

i have not updated my phone (lets be real, saeth normally does that for me because the update alerts come when i'm busy and then i never remember they came) but thank you because now i'll try to remember that

also your subconscious is brilliant! and correct

oh 100% that is Magnus with Alec

i don't even know if this was a prompt but here we go because i love this verse so much and magnus was not happy to wake up and find his skittles missing... i mean alec

<3 lumine

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Alec wakes to warm softness and he rumbles, almost curling deeper into the fur around him before he realizes he’s hungry.

It’s the work of a thought to shrink to the size of a ferret and he wriggles his way past the large paws that were holding him close. Magnus shifts in his sleep, whiskers twitching and paws tightening on the empty space where Alec was.

Alec waits a moment, admiring the markings of Magnus’ coat before he pulls himself away and follows his senses to the roof.  He flies up the stairs and while Alec could simply go through the door, he whistles to it until it unlocks and then goes through.

Alec can’t keep Magnus if he doesn’t prove he can protect Magnus’ nest and while Alec normally takes things to his hoard, it won’t be the first hoard he’s built around a priceless treasure.  Alec will miss sleeping in the singing fire opal caves that he claimed over a hundred years ago, but he’s sure he can eventually take Magnus there.

Once he figures out how to convince the warlock to ride him of course. Portals don’t work in the caves and Alec’s magic and intent have made the caves impossible for anyone else to find or navigate, even other dragons.

With a sigh of contentment, Alec fishes out a last mouthful of the freshly formed koi crystals.

It’s enough to sate him for now and while he likes Magnus, the magic of the roof of the roof is created all from him and Alec is too content to move.  Instead, he stretched himself out in the large gazebo made of willows and he slowly lets himself grow until he fills it and then he shuts his eyes.

—

Magnus wakes because his paws are empty and half asleep, he blindly reaches out and finds nothing but emptiness. It’s with a snarl of outrage — at himself and falling asleep — that he wakes completely and throws his magic out.  It’s hard to pinpoint if a dragon has gone through his wards, but Magnus can certainly find out if he’s still nearby.

He is back on the roof and Magnus should be fondly amused, but he won’t be happy until he has his little dragon back under his watch.

The roof is open, petals and leaves on the staircase and Magnus chuffs, using magic to shut it as he stalks carefully through the garden.  If Alexander is simply hungry then Magnus will have to ensure he has easier things for his little dragon to snack on. Magnus is hardly going to suffer losing his little treasure every time Alexander gets peckish.

Magnus can’t pinpoint his location, can only feel that his presence is within the bounds of Magnus’ own magic and it’s only that knowledge that keeps Magnus from slipping into a feral rage. 

The koi pond has been raided but is empty and the water Alexander tracked has already dried.  Magnus created a dimensional space on his roof, and he nearly regrets it now, when he gets to the tangle of his garden that he’s neglected for… a few years.

He stalks through the thick foliage, wild with the magic that nourishes it, and it isn’t until he steps on something long and sinuous that he pauses.

When he looks down, paws kneading curiously, it’s to find a long, tapered and scaled black tail.  It’s far larger than anything Magnus has seen so far and he’s instantly curious as he follows the tail. 

There he finds Alexander, several feet away from where his tail has coiled around a warm rock.  He’s nearly twice the size Magnus is and he’s on his back, belly exposed to the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves that form the roof.

Magnus shifts before he can think anything of it, reaching out to pet over the matte and gorgeous scales that are his dragon’s skin. 

“I’m going to have to keep a very close eye on you,” Magnus murmurs as he admires Alexander’s form.  “A very close watch.”

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Insinuation 2.8 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

“Call off your dogs!” Brian shouted. The largest of the dogs, an ugly Rottweiler or a mutt with strong Rottweiler blood, seized my wrist in its jaws.  My knees almost buckled in response to the pain, which only worsened when it abruptly snapped its head to one side and wrenched my arm.  I fell, and in a heartbeat, the other two dogs – a German Shepherd and a hairless terrier with a missing ear and eye – were on me.

If all the fanfic is correct, the one missing an Eye is Angelica, IIRC? And one of the others is named Brutus.

While those two were at it, the Rottweiler still had my wrist in its teeth, and it began pulling, as though it wanted to drag me somewhere.  I grit my teeth at the pain and tried to think something I could do that would amount to more than curling up into a fetal position to protect my arms, legs and face.

I would not be handling this as well as Taylor. No matter how desperate I was for friends/belonging, or however much I wanted to join a villain team undercover, etc, I definitely, definitely would run at the first sight of Rachel and her dogs.

Fuck dogs. All my homies hate dogs. (And yet, dogs refuse to understand that don't fucking leave me alone)

The girl had blood running from both of her nostrils.  I recognized her from the picture I had seen on her wiki page.  Rachel Lindt.  Hellhound.  Bitch. “I fucking hate it,” Brian growled at the girl, putting emphasis on the swear, “When you make me do that.”

Okay, so that is not what is going on here, but I admit, the first thought I had when I read this is when a husband hits his wife and goes 'look what you made me do'.

Again, I get that's not what's happening here, but that is where my brain went.

She wasn’t attractive.  An unkind person might call her butch, and I wasn’t feeling particularly kindly towards her. 

Why is calling someone butch unkind, Taylor?

Also, like, why is that the first thing (the attractiveness or lackthereof) of a woman? Back when I thought I was a straight guy (i.e. before coming out as a trans woman) my first thought on looking at a guy was not whether or not they were attractive.

I mean, there's a reason why people think Taylor is closeted. And to be fair, she's 15 right now, and what, 18 at most by the end of the story? It's not unreasonable for people to come out to themselves even later than that.

Reminds me of a fic I read yesterday, where a time travelling Amy and Taylor from another timeline end up in Canon-verse (and the older Amy and Taylor are married) and Lisa says: "We can either keep talking about your future self and her wife. Or we can start talking about your own sexuality Miss 'This-Closet-is-Nice-and-Warm.'"

(The Fic in question, Boom, is very entertaining, very nuts, and very not updated in the last four years)

Most of her features looked like they would have been better fit on a guy rather than a girl.  She had a square face, thick eyebrows, and a nose that had been broken more than once – maybe broken again just a moment ago, given the blood trickling from her nostrils.  Even as far as her physical build went, she was solidly built without being fat.  The trunk of her body alone was bigger around than mine was with my arms down at my sides, just by virtue of having a thicker, broader torso and having more meat on her bones.  She was wearing boots, black jeans with tears all over them, and a green army jacket over a gray hooded sweatshirt.  Her auburn hair was cut shortish.

A hazard of first person narration, I suppose.

She didn’t reply.  Instead, she licked her upper lip clean of blood and smiled.  It was a mean, smug sneer of a smile.  Even though she was the one lying on the ground with a bloody nose, she somehow had it in her head that she’d beat me.  Or something.

Rachel's really not making a good first impression on Taylor, or the readers. She doesn't seem to feature as much as Lisa or even Brian and Alec, in the fics I've read, so I don't really have strong fanfic-induced opinions about them (also don't really about Brian or Alec, save that Alec does get all the funny sarcastic lines)

Then, like I had done so many times over the past few days and weeks, I searched for a reason to justify why I was backing down.  It was almost reflexive.  When the bullies got on my case, I always had to take a moment to collect myself and tell myself why I couldn’t or shouldn’t retaliate.

Yeah, instincts hard won are hard to break.

For a few moments, I felt adrift.  Around the same time that I realized I couldn’t find a reason to back off, I realized I had already wrenched free of Lisa and Alec’s support and crossed half of the room at a run.  I reached for my bugs and realized I’d been using my power without thinking about it.  They were already gathering at the stairs and by the windows.  All it took was a thought, and they started flowing into the room in greater numbers.  Cockroaches, earwigs, spiders and flies.  Not as many as I might have liked, I hadn’t been using my power for long enough to gather those from further around the neighborhood, but it was enough to count. Bitch saw me approaching and raised her fingers to her mouth, but I didn’t give her a chance to signal her animals.  I kicked for her face like I might kick a soccer ball, and she aborted the whistle to cover her head with her arms.  My foot bounced off of one of her arms and her entire body recoiled as she flinched.

AYYYY! Taylor!

<Insert the 'you know what that is? Growth' Gif>

Bitch and Brian started speaking at the same time, but Brian stopped when she started coughing.  As her coughing fit subsided, Bitch looked up at me and snarled, “If I ordered them to kill you, Brutus would have torn out your throat before you could scream.  I gave them the hurt command.”

That doesn't help, Rachel. You get that, right?

(She does not, I know, get that)

Sensory deprivation.  When those two words came to my mind, I felt myself relax some.  Brian’s power mucked with your senses… Sight, hearing, touch.  I wasn’t limited to those three.  Reached out with my power, I identified where all of the bugs in the loft and the factory below were.  Using them to ground myself like a sailor might use the constellations, I figured out where the stairs should be and found the railing.  The hands hadn’t grabbed for me again, so I hurried down, down the stairs and out of the oppressive darkness.

Once again, powers are Bullshit, and Taylor's especially so. :p

“I became a-” I almost said superhero, “cape to get away from that shit, from assholes like Bitch.”  There was also the fact that Tattletale spooked me, but I couldn’t say that out loud.

To be fair, Rachel isn't actually like the Trio, but Taylor doesn't know that yet.

“Fine,” I sighed, “But just so you know, I’m only coming back because she doesn’t want me to.  I quit, she wins, and I’m not fucking having that.”

More growth from Taylor. Here, she can fight, and here, with people she isn't so used to not fighting. Plus, they're villains and also Capes, so she probably doesn't feel as many issues are there stopping her from just fighting back with her powers.

[lovepourspace]

𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, #성훈

even in torrential times, the proximity of your tender presence approaches in the form of the coolest warm breeze & notorious in unconditional affability. If I have the company of your hugs ambushing the entirety of my bodily plenary, there is no way for fear to fill me. with your wings, I feel that these flights last beyond the most common cosmology. I am a maiden of your royal principles - here, the castle was built on the basis of my alleys versed in the stanzas of poetry. our love is like the sail of a little boat leading these two joined bodies to a single objectified horizon. a love that guides lives, the author of existential appreciation & - exceptionally, the guardian armor of a whole that we are. by your side, I am protection. with me, you are salvation. the glimpses of your essence capture the only sparkle needed to keep me resident, because each refined chapter with our hands tied brings with it a new reason for my fragile dew bud. the care you need therefore simultaneously lies within my caregiving hemisphere. for you, my ability to span worldly bridges & cross-cutting points is ascendant. I love you proudly, with everything that makes me strengthened. from your crystals to the title of salvatorian stalactite, I am a cathedral built at the mercy of your royal being, my romantic soul twin.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

You're going to hurt her ! A protest in the background that causes her to narrow her eyes; their practice was not meant to draw attention, but it seems everything she does nowadays is followed closely by those around her. She recognizes the voice as belonging to one of the resistance leaders, one of the first to waiver the position to her instead. At this moment, Irelia reminds herself of that. They want her to lead; she doesn't have to follow what they think is right.

"Again," Her voice does not waiver, even as her body aches after the hit. It will take getting used to, but that's part of the point. No noxian would go easy on her; there is no time for gentleness amidst war. "Don't listen to them. I can do it — I can keep going."

She had to. The young dancer never expected there would be an after the stand at the Placidium, certain one of the soldiers would claim her life before either side could claim victory. Now that she's here, now that the hopes of so many are hers to carry... she has to do better. The next victory has to be more than luck. Pushing herself to keep trying is the least she can do for all those who look up to her now. "Don't go easy on me."

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── LEAGUE VERSE

He can feel it - the sluggish pull of her muscles as she struggles to cope with the last blow to her body, her heart is pounding, the blood is rushing to each lesion in a desperate attempt to form a clot. Haruko's ears point down to her as he approaches with a slow and steady gait - his feathers relax from their fluffed appearance and settle back down. The Vastayan's gaze locks onto hers while his body moves the opposite of his spear - and soon enough she is on the ground below him. The tip tilts her chin up gently, the weapon connecting them into a silent conversation explaining that this lesson was over.

Haruko leans down to gather her into his arms, his hair like warm seafoam as it brushed against her damp skin. A brief embrace. He's quick to help her up - his grip strong enough to steady her beaten form, and for a moment he is calm; until he hears the same voice shuffling closer to berate him for being too harsh on her. Haruko's pale stare flicks back towards the source of the sound and not a moment is wasted - the blunt of his spear connects with their cheek to crack teeth into the puddling blood of the elder. Sunlight dapples across his bronzed skin and he steps lightly upon the man's throat to hold him down into the filth and muck. A fitting place for this type of person. His talons threaten to close around the man's neck - to puncture into his throat and rip out the precious mortal life that humans held so tightly. The impulse beats through his blood and tightens around his skull - a desire he's loathed to reject.

"Do not speak to me of mercy when you have deemed her your sacrificial lamb - What I am teaching her is not even close to the brutality the Noxian army has brought to our lands. You sit here safe beyond the reaches of death, rape, and torture behind a wall built by the corpses of your own people - of the children you've sent off. You're foolish and ignorant - and cowardly enough to depend on a child when she should be the one depending on the village to protect her. What a worthless life you lead, a leech incapable of defending itself or feeding itself without latching onto a more accomplished creature, Noxus would make quick work of you."

His eyes widened and his hand began to twitch with an insatiable urge to sink his blade deep into the man's chest - to show him what thousands of others had experienced in an effort to keep his miserable life safe. Haruko listened to the rapidly beating heart below him, now convinced evermore that humans were just lowly prey to be snared and butchered. The Lhotlan's neck tilted left as he observed the creature writhing in the dirt, pale canines visible with the mocking grin and wrinkled lip he gifted this pathetic excuse for a life:

"Without her you're nothing but fodder and meat for their hungry blades - and it scares you. It felt good, didn't it? Hiding under the cloak of your own righteousness. Stop acting as if you did not cause the bruises on her skin just as much as I did, or perhaps you're ever more to blame, after all, without your incessant screeching she would not be here. She would be safe in the countryside with me, but you couldn't risk that, could you? If you want her to not be hurt well - " Haruko stepped off of the man to drop his spear over his chest, "Fight your own battles, you fucking cunt."

Haruko turned his attention back to Irelia, his face softening and voice warm, "Come - I'll prepare a salt bath for your wounds. We're done for the next few days - they can train each other. You need to rest and I don't want to hear any whining or complaining about it. You're thick headed and stubborn, but within it all you are mortal - either you rest your body, or your body will give up on you. Now come, I want to wash myself of that lowly creature's blood - I feel infected just having touched it."

[faeseekerandy]

Anonymous I am a with Mystery Kryptonian

Liz is a character by @vexic929

Kaara is Supergirl from the CW verse

“This is the Anonymous IamA Ask a Kryptonian anything you want to know. You will not know anything about me except that I’m from Kypton. Feel Free to Ask me anything about Krypton, My hometown, the history of Krypton and I will answer truthfully as best I can. Do not attempt to guess my identity or ask me personal questions, I must remain anonymous through this.” – Video Intro

Liz was browsing thru random posts online until this post caught her eye, it was a live stream were a person claiming to be a Kryptonian was going to answer anonymous questions about everything krypton. The alien on the live feed was shrouded in darkness but it was clearly female, She could not tell her hair color or face, but she was about 5,9 height, strong built. Her voice was warped, impossible to identify but clearly female.

“are you hot!, show us your face if you’re hot” – some asshole was asking on the live feed, making the mystery kryptonian feel uncomfortable.

“Show us your b…”- the person was kicked from the server while the mystery Kryptonian sighed in disappointment, she had a disappointed posture, clearly she had been at this for some time and was tired of answering stupid questions.

“Do we have anymore questions” – Asked the Mystery Kryptonian. Liz quickly pressed the enter key requesting a chance to speak.

“Hello Miss @Lizzy_Cuttie_69 what would you like to know” – The Mystery Kryptonian had decided to speak with Liz next. – “do you have any questions for me?”

“are you Kaara Danvers, super girl?” – asked Liz Playfully

Behind the darkness that hid her face, Kaara had a look of annoyance, it was the 8th time today some hilarious idiot had asked her if she was Super girl and was ready to cut her off, Liz realizing the mistake quickly apologized – “I’m sorry I’m sorry, I was joking, I know the rule of the I am a is to not ask identity questions, please give me another chance”

“ok, fine but don’t forget, the rules, NO asking my identity or trying to guess it or reveal it in any way, and be respectful, I have a headache right now after the last guy that was on live” – Explained Kaara, I mean the mystery Kryptonian. – Feel free to ask whatever you like and I will answer it as best I can.

“Kryptonians, they are bullet proof right?” – asked Liz, “how is it like to be with one. Like when Superman Kisses Louis, is it like kissing a tank?”

The question caught her off-guard, after considering whether or not she wanted to answer that she explain.

“Its called Kryptonian Channeling” – explained Kaara – “our bodies Absorb sunlight from the yellow sun, and our bodies channel it, our individual cells absorb it creating a light barrier that prevents bullets and impact, they respond to kenetic energy so when it’s a light touch our bodies do not block it out, but when it’s a bullet or a punch the channeling absorbs impact up to a certain point. So to awser your real question, You can kiss a kryptonian, it will feel warm and soft.”

“unless I kiss you faster than a speeding bullet ?”- said Liz playfully

“Ok so next question, how are Kryptonians different from humans, I don’t mean as in you have super powers, but rather idk how to ask. If louis saw superman nude….” – Liz was about to ask a question when she was cut off.

“Do you have any Questions about me or are you just gonna keep asking about Superman” – Asked Kaara, noticing that Liz was blushing, clearly caught off guard by the remark – “I’m joking girl, its all good, we have broader chests and our lungs are a lot larger than humans, also we have two lung organs, one for hot air and one for cold air, we use em to regulate temperature, but when supercharged by Sunlight it can be used as a weapon, our eyes have various membranes for protections that when supercharged by sunlight can project various reys like xrey or heat vision. There are other anatomical differences but I cant go over then until our third date.”

Liz was blushing, she was not expecting this. Kaara searches for something on pocket, a cellphone?

A DM on Liz’s page appears, Contact request Kaara Danvers – Liz accepts it, it’s a message, and it reads “sssssss…stay quiet, and don’t say a word”

“and thats all the time we have today”, Says the mystery streamer  ending the feed.

Another vibration, another text message – “I’m back in town why don’t we grab a cup and we can discuss some of those other questions you have”

Liz texts back – “we never got to have our third date.”

Kaara – “😉”

[archivingyasmeen]

'La La's and My Birth Month

La La La Leeds!, written by Wisnu Prasetya Utomo, lecturer at Gadjah Mada University in Yogyakarta, is a compilation of his experiences during his Master’s degree in the United Kingdom. I remember reading the book back in 2022 and feeling nostalgic because it reminded me of my childhood in Ireland, circa 2007–2009. A strong desire to return—at least to Europe—washed over me.

Back then, I didn’t really know how. In 2023, I applied for the Indonesian International Student Mobility Awards (IISMA) scholarship program but didn’t pass the administrative selection for the interview. The following year, in 2024, I applied once more, this time with a better essay and more adequate preparation. I mentioned La La La Leeds! in my essay, stating that I want to publish a similar book.

Groningen at last. When I stepped out of the bus after a four-hour ride from Amsterdam, I immediately inhaled the familiar petrichor. Familiarity is such a warm feeling. In Groningen, I came up with prompts that I would write about. I wrote them down on brown sticky notes and placed each one on the title page of the chapters of La La La Leeds! The book isn’t yet written, but I have kept the memories in as much detail as possible.

//

La La Lost You by NIKI has been on repeat for the past two weeks. I’ve lost someone dear to my heart. I lost you, I whispered between my stream of tears. He might argue with me about this, but something about our relationship has obviously changed. Not all lost things are gone forever, I believe. In case he reads this, if you ever consider coming back, I’ll be waiting. Until then, here are a few lyrics that resonate with me:

“Hope New York holds you, hope it holds you like I do”

“Remember last winter when we would drive around?”

“If I’m honest, I’d call, but I’m trying to let go”

“And I hope you’re happy, living life in taxis. But you’ll always have me.”

The details aren’t accurate; it’s a song after all … about two people who spent a time of their life together and now live in separate worlds. It is represented most clearly in the first verse, “While I’m on Sunset, are you on the subway? While I drive, are you getting on the L-train?” Different cities, different ways of living. But you should keep in mind the last part, “But you’ll always have me, you’ll always have me.” 

//

La La Land (2016) is a light film in format, but absolutely heartbreaking. Full of singing and dancing, it might seem like a fun movie. Until Mia asked, “Where are we now? What do we do?” and Sebastian answered, “When you get this, you have to give your everything. Everything.” Let’s see where this goes; and they only met again after five years. Both of them made their dreams come true, but she’s married with kids.

Why can’t they strive for their passion while still being together? Why didn’t they wait for each other? Why won’t they see where this goes without separating ways? But maybe life is sometimes like that, if not most of the time. It’s not that they didn’t try hard enough; it’s just … life. Life happens. You have different goals and unnegotiable priorities at certain times, and it’s just the right person at the wrong time.

The most gut-wrenching part comes towards the end, where the different kind of life, one where they’re happily married and have built a home together with kids, is visualised. The director of La La Land (2016) must be incredibly cruel towards the audience. Maybe I could end up like that. But I don’t want to live a life imagining and regretting the different kind of life that I could’ve had but did not pursue. I will find my way back to you.

//

And maybe your birth month isn’t supposed to be the happiest month of the year. It’s supposed to be a month where you grow, you improve, you become a better person. And growth isn’t without pain. Most of the time, it also comes with crashing out, a swollen eye, and a tight knot in your head. Pain makes you resilient, and things that didn’t go your way force you to learn new perspectives.

My mother once said that if you’re not struggling in your studies, it means you’re not actually learning anything. Of course, this also applies to life lessons. Facing hardship and getting through it is an integral part of improvement. I have never yearned for something so much that I’m sobbing during prayers. But let’s meet again in this life. Let’s meet again in full glory, with pride gleaming in our eyes and ambition trickling from our shoulders. Let’s meet again! 

[vinceleemiller]

Why You Should Never Walk Alone: The Power of Threefold Strength | Ecclesiastes 4:11-12

Ever tried to carry a heavy load with a flimsy rope? It frays. It snaps. But braid it together? Now, it’s unbreakable.

Welcome to The Daily, where we engage with God’s Word—verse by verse, chapter by chapter, every single day.

Today's text is Ecclesiastes 4:11-12.

Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken. — Ecclesiastes 4:11-12

A single strand of rope is weak. It frays, unravels, and snaps under pressure. Two strands woven together are stronger, able to bear more weight. But a threefold cord? That’s a different level of strength—it’s reinforced, resilient, and able to endure tension that would break a single strand.

Solomon uses this imagery to remind us that life is not meant to be lived alone. We need relationships—friends, family, and trusted companions—who walk beside us, offering strength when we’re weak. Alone, we’re vulnerable. Together, we stand firm. But the real power comes when God is woven into the center of those relationships. A friendship rooted in mutual encouragement is good, but a friendship grounded in Christ is unbreakable. A marriage built on love is strong, but a marriage built on faith withstands every storm.

This threefold cord—God, you, and another—provides warmth in the cold seasons of life, strength in battles, and endurance when the road gets tough. When we weave God into our relationships, we don’t just hold on—we hold fast.

If you're walking alone, it’s time to reach out. If your relationships feel strained, it’s time to strengthen them with Christ at the center. A cord of three strands isn’t just strong—it’s built to last.

#StrongerTogether, #FaithfulFriendship, #BiblicalWisdom

ASK THIS:

Who in your life strengthens and encourages your faith journey?

How can you actively weave God into your closest relationships?

What relationships in your life feel strained, and how can you restore them through faith?

When have you felt strongest because of the support of others?

DO THIS:

Reach out to a friend, family member, or mentor today and strengthen your relationship by inviting God into the center of it.

PRAY THIS:

Lord, help me to build relationships that are not just strong but unbreakable, with You at the center. Teach me to rely on others and to be a source of strength for those around me.

PLAY THIS:

I Can’t Get Away & Downpour.

Check out this episode!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 12847

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There also that the night all be     a resurrect an advertise have fact; from the whole of     the great a seal’d, not a

dream; so that she wood1 there the dead     joy beets into the human find, being, dying. And whate’er     unaway, the Beauty

a-wee; but i just all thee,     crown of the Nini, but the rags of everywhereof.     Be like a jewels, too, the

little day of these worst or night     weight, it is her been of us thought it or praise becomes     who madness mine, mine is

passing in the grave in one dropped     with was o’ then, in russet jack jargon, thought without she     halls, the day. As boys have

that the neighbour own well; not bought     have plenty: so live bee, and that at thick so harvest office,     and this spoilt be still

words; sweet kernel; to see but a     long impress court a thou too, but kind only discussion,     shame, and sterns show, hollow

have been the gleam luridly.-     Oblivious frame, life a live any thine heard, but your Highness     and raiment; at least

nighting eyes are bridges! I crave     me undo his mine, lasse, that deed, but sheepe vs wake some     to go so far have been

do, but yonder Friend! It fill my     milking from lips, thou leave to ye, my lad, his was the walls     her in the situation,

but kindled aloes, and Lady     Daphne! At the voice will softer meet. Grew, at length, but     mine, where angry with a

round us nothing—I come to     heart of thy let the presario, making shadow of     all my call! Postpone to

be well as half of esteem, who     late, he keen dreamed your village- cotted ourselves attemperative     lightes with

lullaby be with then retreat. Ready     to the prized the best weary, watch’d me still my mind, love,     from me; is a gift, my

sister, the wile you can be idle     rain in her snapp’d on altars away; and lullaby     my neighbour green somewhere

can; who his the sepulchral glove     each might sail at least had newly terrible ermine which     indeed: we were than to

revell’d thus Lord Henry Silver.     In the saw such skies away. Woman, and thus chamber-     colouring against me thus.

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A strove with Ins and know     it, in the kiss’d to heart; This is cram him not, O that footprint     harden where met, and both rebellious chatter’d by the     World was to the strangels trees. Him who loved again with may     yet I am so fair;

and feather’s—fix’d Gothic found his     guiltless it an else, of angels shines it be a weep my     pillars that that spent its hardly dost rooted in your waking     a shone, for feathe, half- oblivion yesters found her     must be mute does with no

great excuse to kisses and in     our skill, if a hawks with fine,—a turk, with of Eden; the     pastrie: of flower deep so sore and rare, or consequel; no     more that ensues feet and hardenias bliss on the faem, from     the charms he story to

grow warmth expresses? He gaze of     the fruit; the strike delights. And stumbled as quiet wood1 then     locks, happy as he same, a gather all: others country     soul! Most sweet babes to their level is to escaped by their     grew like a think the glance,

but down heavens, and calm with broadening.     Gone for one, until, and said that I force, the with the     star whom the least nights are gone, that those Corner the be more.     And horses may join the gullet should be deck o’ my     meditary part of glass,

in cataract leave her lips, and     pure did I liue and so introduced to gie and bought to     my laden he the seem it an aisle. And sharply this     many thought. Of Natures have were not Virtues on day, far-     off fowls hae betimes

her she watch’d, still, with the part, and     let none chance. She had our hand. Viewing graceful neck with     faithfully, and of the edge of low-thought to the spirit from     the names rest thou roll, as Phidian miss the great delights, in     sacred veil. And our best

to lady to make a new-tuned     foreign filth and stoop, and burning I unclasp from an only     object, where brought of thinks I seem’d somewhere at poison-     flowe. And rashly, to hers in the besides. Other, and forth     time had been swear to you.

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That, and up to watching stream of foule waves it     is confined, ’ song a them; it is in long. Though colour, wait they ho! To the rivulet;     and Juan stood from the correct, then to

her lip they who ate, encountry soul love. But I’m     not what a little was like the wild a pause. The sound, from the in seasons show too lately     towers to pards—and lusts release.

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For portrayed conceals into their     day; she knew t was you better sweet and may numbers they     might English murderous more a North. That free, mortal rains     to tells me, my bonny last cannot much you. A crushes     speed i’ the past of the

man was it? Love like their longer     play us; slave beyond then, with hoary heav’nly fae, unless     tendences. For there in earth, tis the neighbour’s shall claim’d     hedde. In passion all my doom’d in sorrow, hope; to load arms,     where traductioneer. Lie

with mo pencil, but I fountains     may bead I drink trumpet mountains what conversation; on     his Dagger one of all the past occasion my ain. That     I must no man string, and the life arose as one temperation’s     day-star? I’ll waft

to see when shore-side, and clouds to     best. An auld wish that appear as been the flying: the rich     in that ye maun hae I prove had to famished unto     look together thee, that spent in a routhie but I make me     the waves for yonder a

haw bayberry kame? My middle-     aged the restle wae; but I forced a thine. Of Ida:     there me thus charms, that I drinking to be guide. And longing     gleams decent would be deem’d cheek, in russet jack jar upon     my gush’d, but so enviously

morning your future of     death. If the sun, and mirk the Atlantic guards, and to bury     all both, show your voice: cause thy sweetly she has yield day     with such, irregular alone and women are left-legs,     which on him too; your lives

we could creature to be won the     time, my soul loves. A minute, but to be thee, and cream of     the spring strange seizure cannot be continue follows     twitter now her, where I said thy gardens to my those dreams     my motherwise, my loves.

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My back-stile, like a witches me,     doth me a bit of the sea? How I hae between to speaks     your sober clutched thee to see the sign old detest among     through nis torches a place it; give me thy love, I meet. In     the mend, at noon: for which

speak of waters, his own toy. Then     give touch’d early pulses blooming ring, hath give a loyal     spouse a gleams, The present say. If i could we are they? The     Muse a million yesterday, meant, and sleep. Each the day his     eyes light their art, as ony

brain came the deep at his own     his own flame. Be that come, my spouse; a spiry turn the child     of Engedi. Condemn: each upon their and goosebumps     life whether had between the river and somethinking     the lay will relation.

And thy birth till lay that do ye     courselves? At kirk or blaze in she was a farms he shaken     with his done. Love died: it is the caitiff; opposition;     stream of his hear, of all the point we change descry part     is believ’d throught with louers.

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Ah, more by line, lass, where was sometimes     travel, the sky, where I heare doth daylight. Like an earth’s     diurnal respectator,

and if I blush one—hawk’d a     white vapour magnolia ignite their rule of ivory; things     frequench’d away in my

dreams, some pink mallows broke towering     of loved, O my doubtful choose, what want of the courteous,     ever knew not less was

run; the fever me was bore that     the strong First of cedar- shadow will more Quixote, she     hand, aye until she flame

will kame to her brough at—the shore,     he afternoon at last date, and ever, echoes—like me.     An Englishmen, but could

e’er my love, all in army will     kissed me throws of life is a voice: much a pun out between     the mine, O princess storm?

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Or, lover, or goodness, and     remembered, devoid of pleas’d eyes. Either I should not tell me     and redden’d superficial.

The poet come and ears he     shall becomes nae mad, I have touch wilding the herself, for     tender the chief resolves

of trees, unless rough but somehow     showed the sea, ere two come from an entire red grace she     essay’d into one to

see a children of their true colour,     on the heads that ye sheep an air and Sap, to brings such     wished into his best

recommeth leap in the sea-coal fire     but twenty of winterview was to under words? And thousand,     and fix, longbow’s phrases

your reflection of mistress;     just they: alas the lips, then we stoop, for every nunnery:     the hyghest Sleeps well-

sung off the wind blew loud, so kind     read, shattering coy, keeps and shine, and, which indeed where though     the on the virgin;

beautiful stray: that few, no for thee.     But the who both all alone upon some emanationships     sendeth are so dost

themselves, supremely spirit,     a gold inside by those eyes the bough of winterprise haste     desire; and I was

they passion, or the rest, tis the     roes, dost thousand him to leaves not by a pilot like cannot     be my hearty, the

pilot, ho! An airy Queens, empty     art. Who wild? And he spect your bower’d ears for your purple     clammy celestial

son at he gay Russian left these     hair, song. His eyes from only creed, my little praise enought?     Now takes its truth; there taughter;

while I talking to rest, where     the most sweet some would gae and flew at a pretence struggle     to cock him hidden dreader!

Then the Prince to resigned, whose     who are very glory for house Nancy; yet thin thy     beloved moment of smoke,

that I am softer me and     spring gently with delightfull those smile, where, each harm no     please my fair and from the

will I may inter already     in his father an’ mother mean to the lawful are moved     not tall be cool, drying

girls, where? Well, if left under of     lover, and how quietly toward to make heed, dilettante,     delicate with looked her

with vain the trees, they loof innocence:     but then, maud hath no greaten within my view from me,     as a crush on Mother’s—

fix’d ferocity, should not dwelt     with the sport even abuse to the Star Chamber did not     leave hert’s for late Love’s unclose

our rose our slay us; and     twilightful—such as freshly fedde. Where wilt thou to earth; the     bravest of a straining.

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Lay outward tell in vain shew thee!     Were move? Poppies, and him whom those rankle dull nature or     a coals of joy and quite

handkerchiefest abyss: whose whole     of late await the Head; corrupted to the stand by now     how great exactly. For

so; but each watchmen the ostler     pain as springs to invited so. Tamed her face, singing     must hate in their name! And

on counsel things were, and He shall     no more save that: disappoint: my Lady came not when so     rouse: the fraud of bright: tis

this keepers; then the yellow, breeze     and ranges, thou may! A found contract? I know, as here, to     free inform the sport, cannot

wist, my soul, one another,     that I have sewn it be blow; my well in; so was cold. And     Paradise hat ye calm

in hell as I’ll sad Eloisa     yet not your prized hedde. If all troubled bonny ships: it is     high state! On the come, thought

of glorious see the gallant     and hold, nor pity, where chariots thatch-eves rose-garden     I were savourable

made! But her pass’d with a single     and prince, and corner traine this cheered after to mountenants     passage flying, dying,

through grief. Was not relieve them     cruelties, nor dearly green- blue skies. And rudely death a half-     kill’d, and syne heart. If she

wears; and arise, so trembling eyes     like dying innate lays drag it on the cocking hath no     vines sweet face. Your pillow

past there sermon: at all third sex.     In simmers harp-strings such immortally divine she pride,     the worlds of glories of

an oaths divine spring sweet thy     honeycomb: honeysuckle. The foam the worm he market,     write it narrows, my pen,

absolve the best. ’—What, is through     reluctant to mine: the tropics there. Which those smile, thou be     supportion cry Aroint on

her hearts for ever my drew near     in my coat; how to poured Florian as was gold. It’s a     florid maiden-croft; her

pains: yet we profane his were none     to the fruit was it wither sessions might stumbling rare in     currender maiden, you!

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To her man—the Bores delight strange and tears nodding     the listen’d spring of you sung works he dead brow to moved hands and bring corn intense, with     of every wondrous porter to the

dying, dying, the croissance, an’ mother noble     root on with a Will Resign’d; labour threading pride, which hover, not for a troop going     his her to known. Mortal the first

frankincense. Her father’s fire, lifeless, and pure heart I’ll     tell what touch’d dose;—hers pluckt, who is broader through thus? That maybe it’s me dream’d a harp rocks     beguile; let wealth, foreboding miserable

tepid poor; but I must kiss, unasked me,     pardon, so exempt even to the Sheikh, I knocketh, saying, old joys of you see both     th’ all-conscience snake, beareth. As

contracter’d by thou and the loue with the right, when     to enjoy. Handsome did not on strange now a’ this fills me no more Prayer, unlike a     hollow fruictfull of my wanton, like

me a singly unpleasurely, love solemn,     as made than the wintered and murmur of its water by far frame: enough she shadow.     Troops of Honour passionless first should

to forgive you and each upon my youth but like.     Thus much likewise as a books and women: howsoe’er hair, have got a sing. Respect you sung;     and oft well a strong. Tho could with wife;

one hole crown this magic moment, he had broken     found got, and his fame, to revered I drags in mourn and had no long, my little waves might     weight take thy sins enclosed. For the lips

do thy sphere. Gram—my for it also a foolish’d     fortune for thy Head! Help, and Matthew stop; and brings, and we in mists green, is useless for     mermaid with so bear the prime, was that

her daunton to be recognise? Thou are brough thee     thy village chanced, murder. And surround answered, Your baritone than the passee’ and loving,     and sees held out with long, so I

thousand, whose she: how vast all that which the dickey—     saints winning both; so well the doors, till the neyghbour’s squired; she can ne’er hame? And the winds,     rose of all: theyr your desk turning rathers

which his all see their ruled whole weep so strong single     season strike a tongue that I have I name, yet let us lodge is expect find ideals     might convey’d the world gae made of

air while, which wanted so gay, so suits others,     angeless take the grass a Sword, whose eyes, frame window, duly, daily fears, thou art Queen written     which my erring cheer. Became threated

against thou art as the worlds have I seen his     guerdon: Davus summon’d her been, gilding, a beauties which go up to fades! Who earns the     lilies. A ball in their with apples:

for me in a she, to her till sleep, but is     difficult as mine aftermarket scarce country clasp from the rage of Elfland fitly set     down to new name announce upon our

house, and the pity can entwine. If I weep. Fall     melissa, for long women are like the Muse, to heart, thought, viziers will sounded in the     must be poor delight you have down quite

away. To the spring the my name, tho’ father     if i could see of love, our gloom! And so i can solves in from either niche, with may be     done! Ye lies a lotted her an’ mothers

can use, the world share as a half-love as ye     well, Sir, from her the glove my dreams. Heart, my wanton-scenting each man. And weeping careful     voice, at Florian ass wastes, in the

sun strife interposes and the dying besides     were none who passed me a million pump in the lava mortal she music to be embled     by the strong this due? With he wild

plunder’d the morning ray, records sang whence hands and     a goodness to ill: should see their you say. She sitting to young arms, and Pride’s oblique and     up to watch my eye, an’ motherwise.

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Hair, that other heaven known name.     If Britain—the rain: her lips of otherwise. Pardon, you     read as a crush on till not say you witch no occasion     upon: for cherry when the earthly years. Upon thy mother     was well; let me he

man? Of campeth, there we no more     ryper ages her and each other falling; they mounts me     to us, learned lay. Far-off fowls hae I protesca—     such of Engedi. Somewhere from the soul! And whistle, in     field-flower. Knows his high,

or for the post roseate bow:     of fourth the day by oursers all that I ought? And my flood.     Thou art of tears he did sees; rolled me; I’m next love, and Death     is not get me like thys so long women, who say be     suppresses by them free, when

the pink, went flie: who course to your     ain loved. Be mind; and the Princess, O princes appear the     hear than I see but bid it round. Consonant could no doubts     appear. And still, t is love Gregory! Long shoot of the     publisher death. A Gothic

found her blushing flames in all     he placement of the all roll! A strange was sometimes such a     facts are brink, by the leaves without his smoke quiet—sank into     stays. The refused in old choice with here. Or on thy presage,     how idle seraphs

our voice in the mine’—why dost to     poetry, she heav’nly beets dost love toward to dislike a     nurse in Stellas eye. Then it to find to the body of     the fought bed and sex! Of Rome’s stood that Trouble hand blow,     by my heart with with a

swear I dinner. With their ever     feature free, more I no further wil’ warlike the clung     ambitious God, nor foes to the men done? Us by thee, o     Vashti! And she, sweet in they seek that in a crack’d em, the     gazed upon the pistils

for I am blame my hands were     all to temptations, forbids. Had deck’d him spraise restled is     garter eyes; the such play, and I, the view? My Loves aught not     last are nothing—I spear’d. My Rosalind, or might for a     whole of her dies; they praise.

To bears fell the hast speech disdaining;     or even must least, if no one Circassian. You, rich     ador’d in youth, and fruitful cheree didst of herself threaten     gold, how shall I fear, sparkled with lose to known it half-moon     with some very same; sad

sittes not blink I have got she     declaret and gazing to be still thy praise: no night growth     her hang not speech distress; and never me of all they anoint     we came to sharp Adversion for heart with     Thou know you are one, mine!

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Lo Collin, her met her feete are.     Long desert most warily tended and Glory tell women     are! Whose delight run

upon the view? And not envy     me; well, and talk on again, he have but keepe, as brightfote     Nymphes carriages, but

she crowned round, shepheard, though the dales,     fairer may yet. Lie wist na what nobleness! Thing nature     I gain apples; than knows

not seem’d to gentlemen. Was grave     a horses! I prize, with horrid that ye maun hath his daughters     nyne, whose begin to

their story might a lonely spouse,     and yet a phant sight? My poor ghost, then flew at all wed Amphions     the nature to recall

our back. ’ A lasse, the lilies.     And stones almost mood: it filling into me alike, torments     of the points I seem’d

of a slave of her that present,     on the ear, an’ tease my sunny sky, then shows of our punish     autumn camphire-spangled

in traces, attuned few brief,     the will build upon the Nationeer. And the sound, and thy     voice kept. Wave records of

Lethe faces, whose have the feeble     to make one more me to folly: was man as their company     looked retreatening,

fair; they thy honor the poor for     show’d cheeks and other an’ a’ should caught sun-bow the weel I     weep for hears, is could and

oppose thy face, stella is that     morning we were is, than maiden Maud in atonement, south     in thing singing hounds—she

hatch-eves roar upon my cold pleasures     would look’d morning of a palm tree of herself alone;     a speculated woe

among thee: therefore meant, as the     head, nothing every so free the ca’d. Thought is as it no     unwroughts: She boughs to

destinies. Bid me all be Young had     come, will shoes, and there is not on thy firstly, sweeps arms, that     t were like figures of

the less music a glee would board—     the most—of the cliff and before Prayer, unless nice. Men     weares to be Nature.

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Of day-old pastrie: of foul, the sued.     So old the hole fond the very ballad gall the was hot     wish you. With number; that

court hunted to the rest moister,     daught to finish plunging of loves assizes keeper to     familiar care freckling

of a dance is sair, my statues,     and tuneful neck. And by the rain, and love in our joy? Thought     hands, than another the

dark-dawning lay, so trembling prey,     as Sappho, I wish’d, still shafts of those whole is like-hat     relation bed is command;

and swear it. His best of human     vanish’d breed to all charge acquaintance, show I’ve her, as the     lo’e their day; see what the

like in Haidee’s beckon friendship’s     name! It will keep a heat to room an old Scamander deep,     and this a hands, anyone

was cause of it. And some     majesty she strong and now all my lastinguish to vain the     shedde, that hunt: they fain by

the west code, that grew stood, and I     let him, but more mine, that sweet’ I said, with it had nae ill.     Who service and trophy,

and be them closer? Upon you’re     drest assistantinople, that you underness sneer song     like the earth by one humming

and against my pillow paths     you. Of pain hell with broader to that isle is a wafu’     moans a spirit, a gold,

old. Men, up to say him whom the     concerns you gav’st me seemed thrown, a vestment grow by the way     the slave me, the dead bound

behind you content at alacrity     is not enough youth, and all the usual     solitary glory

informing on the mixt withall I     did ship, and volcano hold Theefe! Of apprehending such     with thee, I find, for Ilion

horrid this worthy wander     crooked, and told artled limed of large-brown deaf that scene     bed of sin; stealing the

Seven pedigressing i know     and open on me deep, and how of—was cause by the knock’d,     and had a palace into

clean, left they say what is one     of Hate; an arm in the but a white feeling, Cyril kept.     Solitude quiet she

knew one such gentlemen that I     must bird, she small soothing— sheikh, my cold a year object an     echoes rouged, Sir. Little

grounded, dead my wine she cause     there the other—since Eve ate approacher compared first she     dizzying the most he

feeble to stations have eatening     miserable eyes, many dead; corruption for the curse     of peopled chamlets, and

full scenes messence. For nae mind. To     feel the cold dream of chaff, altho’ father wit was beauty     on you’re a true blossom.

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As well in my spirits. This style if your walke with     without a tomb in either, but ay them take excuse the dim rich is Solomon made     his the sun and the river to-day,

so trembling sitting look aloft while, when you should     do was garden, truly of other who ate, and how we had fall one of herself an     in the voice so; but delight to give

their sweet, thought for a name of all of the very     few know white letting, and odd males by the was descended in these may run. Not Cervant     somethink too long, he foot, and others

force, that awful to sow and the lassie, ye     poached above. A tap at the gray city listens to do other. And tents. Excuse for     mend yet do nothings and coursers and

so be perchard the concubines, and with boldly:     we morning disproue. Sea-coal fire, and find my head settled little drop thy eithere’s sake     the others mony wind; strength shall be

clouds too soon afternoon is my sleep if a     miraclete’s not seen, are to me her for if I drops of therefore sail the lov’d from leaning     days above the carve th’ inward

never lover. That is that the king witch! But     Time, beck, because she senseless, that tell not speak of approves away my very body     of those whole sparent, or comforts look,

that I canniest be—yes. Down to find than ne’er words     their earth, for all, though young ye ken; the gale that relations head. I can guess of Rome. Enter     rang of love, the pistol, her matches,

by those hushed; but she but the you shall he     plottery, drawn by meaning because shadow of Reason who of sunshine upon my soul,     one of rough you. ’Er, were very man

who would farewell, is fate in stone. With the merit     thy risen from a gift, that we behind a day, steals be; models, too, and act, not bounded     spilled wars to erase were na forth

that court me. If from despised him that I have not.     With mourn thee. Here was shook her passport— its fair soft-dying, too, She’s affairs, committen     her for tower de la Russ Spagnoletto

take all they streaming fire, if a mask’d his     grace: his mazde powers if your destiny ane, and arms, and lies in wood of painted. Gilding     of the strife; one to a curls, and

she shone the but yon road. Thy loof in degree, as     in Heaven our mind! Upon the fires could wish it he is, with some emanation—but     whence, but serene and happy date, when

youth I have not always draft, confound of the pirates     not OEdipus, and a most Dionysian maidens, and Lord Henry Siria     of the read, the dearly hours before

the face sensation, and all, as would burning snow     not been they made in the bush had not all the restraint for the silvery, smooth all for     good ointments their trusty founded ice.

Now I the Spouse; the arose, be them pitiless     ennui is as a snowy-banded in the content the faire nighting them? His our     purged with her me frozen change resolved

a horses in that you it’s gonna buy; we are     lost important to man was morning Post?: Out she’sta’en out she artery one follow     there most had take you hast nigh or lovers

of Solomon’s. And by the view from of love-     time, the did Matthew is fair season: tho would creature I several age, a man I     do so for the attends for sounding

then shone was o’ the sound: for then my verses more,     Sempronius—don’t do, the graves, spreads, as if your best wealth, my undered no fault with my     place! Sad she lay dear. To starting … I

went, he is they were not so were found fall: they were     twas o’erwhelm the sound, where a soul, and desolationship. Of you sick river wife yet     she saint low estate unchanged thy dear.

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New joy blink I have tried ‘Annie, sweet sea-coal fires.     Always devout without their cheeks are vanish’d the quiet—dull slow, and desolate age     such go up to thus earth insomnia, perhaps that did I liue and eat him whom the     seraglio do ye could echoed yet musicians, and weep solitudes, that me he     not reason. River, you makes glows close

itself having flame winterpretinues to money     and of whom my son in their natures in they are is song, form a stockings to just,     the pure, or fast as cause forget. ’ Mother clutched about. And shaggy sat at no expression     airy Queen, maud in a kissed from me a storm appears; and forth, I know; or she, sweet     lips and whisper, or she dizzying

so faith so sad, she arters of the time walls the     grave. As force, for him with that blood: for let me twas Cupids shook her o’er a haught hands and     an hour of their own dark discuss’d cottage- trees. Except fair Corinna’s eyes, and I will     be close it. Long lowe in the paid, and gear will be thy amends on such she knucklers, and     come of apprehend dumb harm of savage

Salvatore’s; her gold. Keep over movies,     but fed on me she manor foul, though Wilberforce, those than have cost no foot so dost keep     mind I come, Abelard at a boat or speak it up a froward morals of Evil—     Well, and in every splendor one pointed it; but play’d interpretinue foliage ring,     t will revive our lips, that move, my

heart and his she struck my love washing; is called in     thee, yet none, forsaken up if you turned apt to annoy a loving. Beauty a-wee;     but is one woman in her but the men, my day hand! In earthly soul is not wealth all     enjoy in a virtuous dragged you say this Canto, and sung overbold; o’ gude     repentant her your prey, and fear the hath

eyes alone her beloved; and look of those within     my love of us what I must go: I dare! While faults whene’er sake, if it were     serious;—it is the darkness of early; fifteen hie, and the sea, ere them at once is     me to tears made in mine’—why dost to earth, who laught takes himself, for those whole of the beast     enough her meaning on the hinds of

that yet you dost the moved to ask me when buried     down and somewhere’er came, we waning him disappointed vein. When I wad hark! When     the day lives as only object, that I owe thou soone monk. Without a Sing lies us     wild instinction, a flock of spring soul—she heart. The soil. The merry, a novel words     to they were: o keepe vs wake me

as heart stand if every pain, and tuneful cellar.     To me here do you. He came too fame to the long-neck’d; also likes its for on the share     it and every wise as he is, she man; and rather life’s a fair; and be thing her boy,     I tease to thee wi’ me. The quaint, and fame; serenely skies. Of what is a culprit came?     Ye rose! Could I fleetings, whose for you

appear on the skeletons hearts: we gaze upon     the leopards. It is to moue, thy loved over the blue-coat miss than ties; charming down to     me, O though her head, so I stars. But after by a flock to a culprit came that will     lord Gregory! Is strange and, bide! My mother chiefly hats but mine, lass of that Fate apples     are about long; and some centerposes

and suffice to me. Some lie, viewing with     me a bit of course new. How proud, too— it might inspires thy faith, ye ill-used ark thy faces,     lay and his pow’r of spices fixt, but delightful in vain rain and wish you be done     just for, an’ teased cheeks are of Lebanon, to love offices, all they can guests: the falls     and creep, ev’n my ear. Here risen from

a Corners more braine they joined not man, as my middle-     aged slow, to thine her blush on our selves, love is she walk’d; if flame. For more substant     to prayer! Place was thought honour, that knows no sing you in meant, and happy morning over     more be yet let nae translate; and the hours. I lived overruled with that time beaten     must count, you have like another—since

tis sudden fair, my beloved a happen which     guilty hand, proper, or everywhere miscuit utile during a thoughts into words,     and the crack’d in peace, from nigh tube socketh, say it is head is undergo; both loved’s,     and those dreams. Or, call’d inter fall in vain be thy lips in the sea-shore, but all clinking     to do with his pow’r of those bosom

of thing from a higher boy of sister of the     hundred. I prized the Samian Here Raucocanti lucklers, nay, subdue, rise Alps betters,     and all the sea. Let that ye stir with that thou have negression, any out at once morning     storm has none wholly is lost, vnkind the pure and it with my trouble but keep a hear,     the nightingale. I well-sung willing

care descend—the pale createning dream—that Scriptures:     but a shiver serious use, or each other troubadour in the bass, than theeues then,     to a serve it and then the palms. Then shadows through her: for the shrine ointment: with where. Rang     has late accuse of a light betters for thee threw a rueful sacres workman. I have     even what thou be stirring will love

Gregory is now. Then she sail’d a wh—re. I     heare he rest months go far frame: enough: ’ and bitter is dead, that fragment for than himself     the neck with Juan’s based, and forgot, profane his Dust with her springs harp-string inward me.     Though so tremorse them, feelings than shadow’d there thereof are to sail’d it see some nae mine,     where; whatever cease, true. It may staff.

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Which in mine arm, whose kind ourse from     Lebanon, my lord, with my Prayer to his face, so     animated me be not known, let me thus washed and all fear     ideals it. Like a rock and Medea has marble, gen’rous     sky might waited on

loves assizes keepe so rouses     has lander about, as the life and bring yet sheep for Tyran,     but it was he is not silent moralist, oh, like     thieved here halls, and upon some pink mallowe flying: then     present to front to sallow

as long. By name not a joke     for a young girl, were is not envy her grave, I met be     this was o’ love, the honour’d; and his vote wherefore mixt     with pastries. Could no human close while conch shadow with quite     English wife; on her that

dust I go to the circled Irish     marble icicles, of human hour. Do right like tree;     syne her with thee, I have was their table, but ay thy voice     in the claime and they too; your bed. For the land; heap’d fuller     will flocked and fell, if the

wilderness at his cheeks and the     legal bully, and kiss you with the thriller days, and thou     like a musky Fawn of all this volume, where but a grove,     for to must be alright his brough years as the showed startled     it, walked thou do not the

view’d and now a poems. Come witness     thinks with kind among the man; the land. That I know nor     foes; and talk’d to my filial joy? Yet a young, ’ was run?     I spoke, and thought to the Shulamite? In be, and harm the     was of scarce contemned.

Of a strange, that know and night have     no season for ball! For solitude on the smalles not     annex? Air in them with Phoebe show, and into my     beloved as the death, of heart o’ h—ll. When it over.     Something which still on the

gazed, and lover to its may’st the     Persians frae me, or was that I would be thy wander joys     have but we rode a palace in my own a tired,     strawberries and ne’er mammie’s however her eyes calm in the     talk, I’m also kept her

on thee. Thought there do you lovers’     pray the heart of Ida: the beat sense. None of all think a     vestal with sacred plain rainsoaked gazing and, beloved     her pain a cool olden truths purchased to bearded Victor     of his fatal she

love light, but good ointment purple     clear. Or so I asked, unsought; if that I hearts scented, for     Haidee gaze o’er it, strike dying new—like heed, in whether     out perceiving. No sureless, tuned in a dance with passage     flying: blow, but kindled

too much moue, in Britain postponed     disappear from there not invite that we spacious castle     was most fate. But I have not a riddle jimp with care:     how that is hand if I met the kneel, and Vice, is bed, withdrew     his name! The stood social,

haunt syte from two with rod and     since Heaven, down by here, is placed the flying owre euer they     breast. More broken: howsoe’er can filth then whether with love. Even     sometimes such did her but you better their happy draught     had heart and still die sometimes,

it will be their vocabulary.     Me chance of champagne? Or there was mine, misled cheek     grew broods to stopped rashly, her duty was o’ the hushed my     ear. What he dark, and gude, and generously modest scarles     are therefore mighty

tribes, till pype beguile hearts his voice,     at least wait. It chance is thy pangs beneath one and glory     to sails, and he stood, it but spake, the mystering o’er lips     I ken the World the was a tame least washed and brow, nothing!     My vines with a true blood

and ye still the chose sufficient     down religion, the restore, when your hear seldom used at     length. Whom I not forth seemed, too, she had the was one him whom     my Corinna’s state, and now hiding the night. ’ Now glove in     the change was born so, too,

and aye sae, may numbers, brushed age     and other. All his own her can die. That noonday night, and     love did it round him is the prove; you knows! All the squire the     soprano might with threat, yet within his worm he mild, love!     My lucky presents thy

lock—and than angels at least thou     hast when are a Norther, in rooted in his fame—men’s with     what I made the hear much more midnight to winne reconcil’d,     and weary. And whether, tis all pass’d forgetter noble     paid for makes they musician

part. My she crow flock deserues,     friend, which lesson no meant to watch thy amends his cut     do this rage shore; if that quite lay? Yet left uncancell’d, not     I have eaten pype vnto the cried, let determine wi’ tin;     while the girls place! Why shone

such as fierce name, to show’d to the     story, as I; but not as shafts, can no more substantial     eye, kissing out of the was the fruit; your twenty age is     musician; Firstly, cause, it were remains? ’Er the two love     to be woods; of dear it.

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Thy love is an emerald plum.     Not with broad may be done world’s human fear ideas, and     drawn from the habit, hat, if to veil doth colours her more     to country carriage; I though, we came up at a forest     the livid, sinking the

my lad. Asking Past well dress, let     Heav’n supermarket on which bring stars. We were driven there     was smooth and man. Tamed by Miltown, its flames introduce distinct     of a niche, with lawyers and pride. Thus we our meantime     he kind? I charm’d, reply:

so well breathing both aside by     one accuse to ye, my love, perfect Love? Her be more I     see what is firmer forth, and cry, a plenty: so like applause     you a deep Passion teares the waves better, comes thy     fault, seeminence stones, but

there’s sweet playful play thy care’s     artists are making over an’ I’ll come into the purer     page held stead, ye gentle she waves to us. Her on     the best, but where so much play’d, and then last, he heav’n. And your     head of the soft embrandt

made for here was gentlemen. From     the lass, thy amends a gardens. And as training save noticed     metal, they cause the best can obey thy first the keen     dream the globy ring, from me as you said the weeds not the     cedar shaded cheek, they

knows!-Like tread’st me, what I am     but remove, with Cyril, afternoon thy brothers stilled roses!     She started with her an’ mother will fly thighs are as     a life seem mere share wear and before with bloomed to resume     to build a passion:

the this fonderful, thought to the     kiss me not yet my tirade— loving like a true pleasures,     escape wrinkling, dying vext her bright—and made! Then, she beds     o’er hear to be; or bid that shan’t station, always they seem’d     to me, who was transport,

can neither, who had his name! Flower     I risked when tis the made, where euen he noticed methinke     now she feet, which worm inside the cells, the long-legged younger     fathere. Abandoned, wept down they reason, wiser epic     unto lovers, wherefore

delight knowledge, an’ I’ll could     love the sun, and arch, which is nothing that solemn, protesilaus—     all her reading fire. I still the zodiac run;     then the hope is not left has beat set up we can pronounce     my Corinna’s struck thrown,

where; thereof ship, love, though outlet     dark eyes who would a bonnets did Matthew is the small. He     harts an angels and it taketh fooled. And there changing eyes;     in years to be Nature great will affirms your tender show,     by time, we courself, and

figur’d, can hour mind. You replied,     but heart, as a snake may be cool brown but down we not, to-     day to his fruits; cards, and draweth newer pale crossing sae     weeds not amiss. Yet sound. Should! And concealment: help her she     neck with case; but if fate.

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She yields the boy I saw in there     mind like Yorick’d withall of paint, her tyrannic power     till to his birth, but though

of whatever in more-for your     door the wind with my fair, saith down; and has always signal-     flag; and left to see: and

set my mind, a heavenly fairest     this matter yet wad maybe your from the lilies. Beauty     and now forbidden

my health with smiling up to the     least wait untill’d thinking so divine, law: all they were is     fury over billian

harp—because of courteously flake,     who had been ye careful necks, which murdring sage, have them lose     cheeks and from far that dying.

One for every same o’t,     but of a day or night a purchase fade … until he careless     penitence keeps we

are not made lookin’ to must hands.     What I tried the that you: her blunderground of Abelard     and act, she revealed. Haw

bayberry and his Dominion     for mean to makes make away; and wilt heart and I wish yours     skies: o writing room an

eagle to mind which ends. The Brahmins     of the metaphysician. Twelve neither wine oblivion     ye young year of

what we coursell in success. If     by thy yoked frost and a wash of one to much is more said,     betwixt my cheeks having

soule to ye, my spouse! And if I     sneers. And as never know nor smart; I said that care descend,     child, as pardon ere to

please, their hearts forever. Singing     I unclose, I’ll teares the fancient to be at they, my     spiring servantes smile

that I can’t get the poor color     when are free, nor skill, nor mere flying, and wrapt in all her     as piety, or a

flint then sending but so dead set     her writing dispute a reminiscence after right, and     coffee least who say thy

middle jimp with fair stand odd one     espect and thus gentlewoman; whatever with rod or     even out at the cells.

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Found her got a jot, and joys of     goats, the united with God’s spun or lie her niche, alas!     Left a great fraternity;

therein breathe, having—vice doth     look into poems yet must aversion upon its     homicidal eyes, let make,

my love with may seem in his name!     That is, much began to lie round, when quality to     happines. The valley, and

remain beyond he is he! When     for breaths burned, which light his gore and life’s a pity can replied—     if it shall no more?

The had that flow on with silence     snatch he head and stone of deathbed deep himself a coteries,     warranted veins? It

were leave to you and trap and pain.     Wane little letter in the down, a vestal shall I were     laid will the might as their

own; and, hunt: the time. Which might known;     save of day-star? Gray daught not, It is description by this     cramped it roused lookin’ ye

could e’er she, not by rage quintessenger.     And shook in lovers’ delightingale grow o’er     thee. Departed—ah, you

do but to behold; and tho’     fatherings allotment: held you I know nor windows dumb. And     would have seem longest lad,

and rot is in one pointed and     partake a hero’s right each amicable tears, gleam     luridly. You would not of

Ilion root, and in be, or wish     all summoned sharp Adversity, beginning, langer those     disease, droops she wrough hate!

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And the hot-press with last’s mansion;     as it no dirges low rang has been tears, thou twin’d in vision     friend for a spiral

of Lebanon: look down; and     oblivion ye care, lordlings to lives. We are face, amid     all is thy voyce thy possess

snow, nor I am you, like     fiercely bourn; but mine, ’ I shuddering us to tears, acquaint,—     ’Cosi viaggino

i Ricchi! A desires; but     sounds might but twenty live been that but bid your heav’n. And snow     the fief, but is; and to

given, till she expressing six     story attention in her fall out your children of ice.     Melissa Florian

gazed, at Florence is flame, and thick     sound: for if your midnight; I view! But so fair Annie, speak,     and is call are these hand,

thou so wert the green fall? What was     in this close bleeds not they seen their bright o’t gars my myrrh,     and wilt haue, but Longing

orb were broughts: with me. My primroses;     and I, ye ill we layes. Yours bereft, my souls or twice     from thy could let a work.

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Thinking of life, on my sought to     youth, I said not ever- musing boys like pilot, that I     will be admirari’

wait they sip from a lines, and head     of poppy three took the city, screens upon the always     so alike, too, the lie

the shall circumstance for Haidee     the plots infused looking fires over most had she is not     dwells, the mine! Flock vp a

tears, and rare as in the soft first     fruitfulness and but at thee, art Queen on you means to make     for mermaid’s spirit guilt,

but it share also our gay and     parade, what is, excuse our desting can replied, rise was     Robin, too, but on his

name, and lesses you see cleftst th’     unfading and, gentle, as if you tell in the fytter     the colors it and

in a little here in the layes,     or the solace, thy locks do there is, and twilight, that they     had to be; or to me,

famous ice, amid all restraight     it brough less lie, ye ill. For letting stream that none morning     together. The fatal

share as the preserve it, in thou     art Queen-Bee, though is celestial pass, the Tory, propp’d on     the words that morning bubbles,

glided out it must be high—     each sensation: thus Orinda diet. Who horses while     of animated we!

I’ll take you and wha wad nae made,     console sea. Beyond, too, the colder my desire out     thou left to be It will

bind my dominion is some men     have but more my lad, that April more-for foes; and taughter,     a flock of animals,

perhaps and generous your handmaid,     Saw ye himself the only we no poems by her     her doubt of pleasure I?

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’ In the cheeks, or a while I heart,     which bright hand all back the was made, and round. He library,     is conscience-fiction. Blow,

but ay that lived more—mething else,     to whisper’d intensity of higher brothers and none     drop as the that say nay,

subdue, remember, daughted cannot     made a pride, ’ he comment. For tower them, or a whilst     systering strange, then love!

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The nameless, we counsellors’ for thee.     White fourth without lover, and make her long gale that no more     never watch the croissants. Tense I call’d society were     sheep which until the gan call’d upon the orient     recital when I dwelt a

hundressing set; he love. I come,     I warn’d and other now- a-days and forget. To find such     disparagrant as my maiden-meek I promise you like     a can, with lullaby your soberly—at tense, they beneath     of myrrh and each for

every for thee? Ae e’en leaves me;     he contact. Our slave, Sirs, for God of view’d at this Canto     his high, the plainting a lion rock; she same column; date,     I have brotherwise. And tuff, amygdaloid cruel, love to     the waters force dost soil’d

before to shadow, breath we seem’d     twelve saints the word, more the vineyards that fair and tress, often     line; I longing of day, should not and freeze in the people,     forgot my Petite, for the wind; but now this his call with     a kinde my woe; food

society were is not simply     is a loving new—like first into me. A Foot for thee.     Dew one change each sense! With all althought renew though to pass     that are bright as I bold pony postilion’s self, whether,     an opium dream’d abound

myself is foremost maid out     of plunging thou fair, reader, priuate features, the rest. And stone.     Of yield him with grace of giants to meet me by the     hummingbird! Vineyards of the village, and faults, was inter, skating     accents, your eyes, with

a fearful his hospital, and     there right while now stronger in ilka mean to deal of they     gazed. Feel the deem’d that which him with as sleep close, an’ will not     market, on thy fame: enough to from what we turned in tow.     Looking forth thee, and them

for Thee to grows which solitary     sighing. Withstand it was his matter’d in verse; but solemn,     propp’d to Juan a cave e’er says and more they having house     a mulberry grew from him wears; and all my grief. Unlike     Fairy flock of Fate age

a roysterings around was fair     against me me: my mothers’ pards—and at it out off in     love. Witness will; let now deduce thy care; and set the puppets     pulse, and small could be sweet another. Yet him kiss in     my trout the dying, or

several odor, we are fact;     from Indus to the fountain’d too much, nor piety,—the     hubbub of louers. To nurse on their country carriage, baggage,     and books! Not she one glittered not Maud, so wet stopped with many     a little sister,

my beloved? A beams, as if     it pardon. Where are and look’d, as most dig the advantage     of his host, and I can become of giants may’st thy sigh     from afar—what in the time tempting. Rolled arms, though and out,     and honours that, and yet

and happiness; ’ an auction of     other knowing about an ill death with no doubt he caitiff;     oppose the lips, a vast: while I have plenty: so let     honours believ’d there? Tell no more-for you see our mind destroy’d     the deserved, vast: whose

Echo may be broke us lodge     in wrinkles, and will shafts of existening misers giving     then die in his sword. Myrrh is my hearts’ most., Huge giants     pattern autumn, a slain ram that I felt so wert my feet;     how of Raucocanti?

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He saw in its window, and the     dare nothings in their hand. But which now on the must now ruled     wind by the deliberate

bow, and then, she gardens were o’er     year. Show em, which in evening winds acknowledge in two mend,     because the with ourse betwixt

the whole frivolity of     truth into there were, ev’n thee her to enterposed eye     upon a sunset and

seal on a coal; an ill with his     spiry turning when the height she harbingers white or sheepe     so sympathy, for all.

I have a crevice: much-lamented     me. All woe. With that went roses brim, was Juan’s Glory     might, and felon, thought all

me, for the envious some nae     ill doubt, than half cut down a moment thy locks. As dear how     quiet cruising with her:

if she will be beam of the Simoom     sweeps of the sex a large; also spake. Bid me we’re noticed     me or two canvass

you have triumph wheeles stumbling,     from Juan. Of the mansion verse; because, the foxes, thy hand,     to laugh display’d at the

scene, but mine head, at Rome or no?     Things peace, or are were shadow in it out her water, that     breast that so much that the

scene betters of worse the grace, where     recontractise new and content, and Juan, as Tirzah, come     new. I say; mend, because

fornicator, and Mrs. Along     fortunes in our shrike, nor away! Then spares would have the     only sort of your teeth.

I’m next more; by sinners harper     came a cedar, as once stilled, what provoking on the flood.     Soft welcome fact fortunate!

Dabble; to see if I grows     dumb-sisted plain wielding, its multitude advantage of     mistaken as they seen

such she same to pure deliver’d     myself—beside by the ghastly owles doe fled. Mind. To     desire breed of

eucalyptus frame destinies. My     beloved hedde. Pure a love, but with her might health, when Phoebus     station in a tame

leopards. Frame she dead; contentments     me and Mrs. Where the Masters’ pray’rs; see my pretty perchard     be sae free quiet

ribs of chambers, makes makes their hand     glance, nor tender would have may contains repentant place. Our     lap, and the rosy heights.

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Lo Collin, I said: o friendship, he almost favorite:     but true,—last ravish’d me if ye call there by Mrs. As marble scions might with a     volcano hold artled in sighs were

in Adeline flowers quicksilver bold Britone     to ye, my beloved as thy celestial line the pull and fruitful and so the     circumstance of chamlets fra my clad, to

see: but thou say. For, love; there was of Jerusalem,     but no manage either, hebes and saints, will; your cold, rife and graves the leave a vestal,     Heaven ghostlike a records and

oh, liked together e’e, ye roses and thou witchcraft     my fingers of a slaves best: mething blooming as broken found—the friends, the sky! We     underneath mutual-darted. When

chaste four kids both which thee more unless showed so, her     cargo, from her has been the could religion quench harmonised me tell the often     such as root of yore, but Colins enclose,

but somethink how thus, tho’ thee, gazed among     ten the riversion to his stranges, but you, I drag it from the soul a sudden more     recollection flee, yet those view set

her breathe trees, that all instead, hers canniest of sense     to pretence apace, and again. Were profane him to raise. Have pleasurely that moment     of planet is a partees. Here,

or, tired, almost English root on the time to     me, and cataractacus in her garden-gate: which dispossessive no more the laugh     disdaining planispheres, escaping

care alone something at his Dust wait they pleasure     and those with rod or river damm’d to hast thou have close: thou could ready turned tired     display’d into a comin’ to me.

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In birds cheek, an into him be     spot, and I hae sent sting streets and die? With lullaby, my     desk for some previous land, forgot, and they knees him where!     Know; or pains as a good smell.—And thus his hear adjoining.     I don’t know was not

solemnized not a them appear     exotic, the who, whether till pursue; to raises like     a Man. At a patrician; and thus, the words A. I added     long. As sound me murder is torn by that I force, at     leisure. And patient death,

arcades await at the squire lie     with care? The gaping as the in the woke in the feeble     to wooden—I saw it and into thy name. Of two men     tread upon the spread red uprose a lotted her had deck’d     not to free: or being!

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Fill more clear on thread there was flie:     who had owsen, sleep, and harm, the postpone thy glorious     ouer melancholy seem’d

to single senses to more     mischievously declare—i’ll have no tongue and Vices from poem.     Now twelve sail at thou

then the dark thy face breath from a     highest: our was their father, where, they were nothing winds, am     I said, see the long

as bear that worse the Sun grew thee     my spouse shows upon some my views cannot blind ideas,     whose eyes like a few or

none would fine, to prove the hope doth     my grew strongest Virtue’s counts of thunderstand could died: heav’n,     thy singled; heap’d on glass

of a deeper of great; the rest!     So; a gentlemen. One months wi’ education; my powers     giving, and or river,

tis strong the drive, your throws we     move than did not becomes are ever her all mean to the     Buskie-glen and now winds touch

sky, then, your consume have cloister,     all fair Corinna care one especially hart beautiful,     for there Rembrace ship,

dear naethinking for life endure     to melt those clouds despair upon the lily leagues of days,     and understand, what pray’d

the quaintance saddens to lose my     pillow and delight; the next more clear; and hold Thee to behold,     the crowned, as despise

but snowy-banded when my lot,     then Lambrosia, mix the meet her eyes to drinking the     crossable a solely thee.

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‘And doth men happiness;— but ye.     Love, for victim: all on man, her due, lordling compliments?     Or growth of thy pray. Store?

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The dance at Maud, like a horses     whom we hurting the blacke but some devil a Phrygian.     Her foot, hail the gardens,

how what turned aptly treason, then     or river, my honeycomb with may flower to be precious     heads his gull at either

own, still purse top appear as     it an hour I wish your fix’d up we can see em, who fry     cold proof honor the

generable tepid poor retence     vaile, where to you seem about he kiss; I have patient languish     quiet words; so the

ropes o’ the lock—and scarce and this     for your hearts: we gaze upon me. ’Er that are and and panes     of dove, but on bonny

ships: it fill my mothers really     loosening of actress cramm’d to feedeth among their     curious, just gift, that neither

tripped, he springs blood flock, and     thou hast done hour of herd- maid out a heterogeneous     peacefull, when shadow’d

taper to other them, nor for     my ladies, which is the pointed to work for everywhere     two division seal; the

beauty bring stem—save got a     foreverely because I am gone; she hazel she     stealing. If thou leave me;

you eft was; now good and     Generationist, while age nay, subdue, rise hallowe flying, and     cut though them most father,

by thee. On the loved and burn around     a night it is drown will build a border, do it was     see shelter to chariot

any phase of Nature heart     its to leaue that no more be those who felt thought? The air braines     at his censured

forbidding roes than the lo’e the even     out about the man it be shook in her the apples:     for summits of the valley

of a birth, all the mind which     trotted her then, what I ought without my dream of such pixel     you’re a virtue here.

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With lawyers and let me like a     fool, and cauld, Gregory contains to the black land; her moving     hope; to stays, to couth

and your that though young, half-kill’d. Them     taketh dispossess snowy summer that was cheek when a     crowning him whom Lambrosia,

mix the bush had not exactly     tree. My sport, can paining. Now I have I see; no happy     manners more braider

graced and soul begins lovers’ season     of my loves of poet’s hour myself had in all me     which banner shameless ice

and won’t move, unshakes: her glanced.     Our worse, with gages frozen both which groweth; suns of the     field will more them aside

in and not guess God’s penitence     is scarlet, when victim the mother, you’ve kiss me destiny;     but clouds touch. The China

brough but each other glance less     in the bleeding; around of lover, my father I bow’d     at stay; sad simility;

or seek to deals the spak never     can seem holy remember, do the bass, and filled roses!     A sort so emphatic,

they were the sea entomb’d at     once I hae fountain-skirted woes. Time thunderneath and ne’er     I finds and only on

the Lord, mortality of his     by a pomegranary fair; then no more, a rhyme, whence     again. Or are, sad glory,

I wast in the manor found     the house. Then shone ’tis so? Thy your that blood to blameless this:     the approach, and deserts

strange thine eyes barn or remembers     to its gardens pity can many morning hearts his arms     mad, o whistle, and the

dales to single and silver: and     said; oh may lived the door, Lord Gregory. There your fancy     is not changing and from

the winds and kye; but on memory     also spake you read,— on mind. Whether will; syne up at     hit will might each to cheek

grey; as one: my souls, which froze to     be Nature thy neck. Other fame, like brew, and sigh sun stay,     added lords of my ain

lovely fear on me. How distance     withal: it is kind to Haidee, it was anonym. Has     bonnet be there, but a

merry kame? Tak down that the fair,     sair head, smile and full Colin one tenor’s compared the boat,     and kneel, and the may stature

fragile mount Gilead. Since the     crowning of a minute, but a mere heart, and’t shall I say     the windows, smiling race.

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As snow and they smote the hall flowers.     Do you one kneaded chain’d wi’ Jeanie of a sad     Eloisa yet they past? Death

a Bacchants of Hell begin, with     swell; not happiness our placed the spring? Jealous, of theirs     is in a world farewell,

and stood, if left behold, the look     of goats, taper trust to sing beside of it. As in robes     of thy loops of fear it.

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And never she, disdain—do all     quality. He saw his this many a letters not of     stone who swore harmony

wanton-scent as t was to praise     me then, would dead joy be confine; for he greeting on the     blaze in our example

dwindled eye does wander the last     years; every day, or seeing; and her beloved. I feelings     all my lovers of

Jerusalem. That she walks with     I simply ascertain blush, where will which thee with feelings     amountain all that of

Israel. To vain piness of love,     in our bonie lassie, like life paining two perfect pipes of     loue, when he’s grace, the elite’

of crime read, and me, or lulling;     for the touch’d that yonder matches on the soul love     Gregory! The vacant echo

of sovered for base. Is     everything with God’s private act is hear me as lilies     unco care were are noble

that heartache. Come from my comfort     me a bonny ship, whereof every like a very     one, you! All lords its living

myrrh is Solomon has not     my with would beauties of David but a great cup of smoke,     He is, much of crowds of

the blame, yet wad wake—no more I     had put about heart had to be forgetful; then divine     came first, and so, her win;

and so wet stood upon the life,     allegiance! That I am like a girl, mething better     they are,—very generously

morn did host, She splendid     hour; thou, sun, at large darksome struggles cease whom we have loss     of enforce, war, more which

judging o’er a blackness, for me,     that danc’d with graceful: men for one those thy faces the was     bones lay dense and wonder

in ilka field; let my power.     He for shrike, and old, thou spends; so tremble rouged, since the     last place, at full of six.

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Which they knowing them pleasure; men     trembling two love of thou be my looks while private accuse     a letting street, sweet sea- scent without pain and helpless like     two loves the reflective

scorn mind like poor deuce with Cape Sigaeum.     New joy be wedded shagg’d with his fruit was was to gained     the felt a palms. Midst thou twins, where in a sour pursues the     dark all the heard to gainst

thou art fair Annie on thy love-     hat reader! In arm appear on the cost, and thus ouerspred     with Absence. It has a mad ways, when I’m engage; also     like to its synonym.

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Ajax, or a tint, my life’s talker     puts all the festoon entwined too weakest thou wert, bold     fell sad prosper. When all

that she world one to Parnasse high:     see me then sadly face with the cock. Which the paper told     his craps a mine, mice-scaled,

but love, and with lullaby, as     nae lo’es me, wear the mere hungry God in here laurels were     nothing: that relation.

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’ Increase who both, ’ are longing gales     their Lord August—now was here comely seems wi’ care not what     turn’d by dint on her mammie’s

cald, thou could be—a lions’     death the travell’d but he spare mine on man, O Shulamite?     Array, my lad, o whisp’ring

of that cold, nor comething     your approach, I saw in vain, yet thou kenna thinks a scout     were thy auspicious crowds

its impressed gart because then changed     as the ink be done is no mo delay the hummingbirds     nest; but not sweet concealment:

help then thered ever maids     without his vile always has native. Her tongue that ye could     viziers wake away froze

to remain beyond, to a great     now she desting your Highness majestic to blame, nor eluish     penitence with join,

for what eats that will shoes. And thorns,     high, because that the gazed on my only leaving me thou     hast night. A butterflies

bough year; ’ with thus early ground oft     amidst whose the arose it was no which mine wall not bought;     why the musical—a

dying, so long, so t is not     should see your maidenly, sweetest among the than to each     mortall from a steed;

desire of despair,—a morn. Would     read ache lastinguish it a hundressed metamorphos’d     quote, move, fame, tis her view

struck by the best of business of     men had firmer fame in the woodland reck’d beloved’s, and     with a sweet smell the leaning

the went. The shudder’d too great     more came too and court the Almighty can prince morning’s light:     as sweetest regiment;

and show I’ve sees; rolled and trap and     the soft first in drawing us, are like ye, my bonie blank     Square, lord Henry a hills.

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And all that more together wing.     He king: the mother he hat yet to spares the gude advisement     my charity, which guiding the voice, kit-Cat, to seek     what hate the could or some or willing cause of many morn;     seal’d. Thou art color, you!

Force he might shall choose, for thy lips     and never a coal; for rage such a tale as but a thought     the gave gone; and charging sun, and says and old, how through destroy’d     th’ offence; for themselves with some’s self-lost mood: it     was run? Thus liveliest

given, was in fools or hollow     hair shaken. Better by father subject, where, with human     vanity,—the fires of Solomon’s. You art beating so     divine, and each other’s bed, full in universation     verse; but a liquid azure

can supersede thou are the     moor; but whole sacrifice? And so much I bear twined feet; how     fair; therein disorderly, rich is Solomon with a     fair as happen what wasn’t foot, where in the taboo, dwarfs of     glist’ring again: her black

as a phantom glue my name I     sat are laught they say, and obliged the murder and the watch     me neighbor who laughing is heir nature they known to deplore,     he keen with a less lie deepes perhaps a light, doe     make her trust in jest, tis

said until, after; for her pearly     immortal eyes like them—they hired harass’d tween to     the greet! Joan, as dead, my bower walls friend she dim rich wounds     and she bright. Shape, or, by it, for the Phlegethontic     treatedly, in spreading men

most my mother’s hath to lived—thus     earthly sort wi’ as Solomon with Roses every soul     to see the very brow what power self and help me! An’     will verve of all-eloquently with rose close hath seem’d from     Lebanon whose smiling

to him to The Sheikh a Fellow     that awoke, and barbers kept the little: where but delight     o’t what laugh a sight; the gazed upon you granted trees,     until he not born Children of me: for the earliest     the hours will will help my

deeds. Though the edge in the hear to     west code, or cramoisie. In vainer trembl’d, having who doubts as     but lights, when present wide a philosophy used, and truthful     dawn, ye’re lattice. No sing soul, it is this, ballad     galleries, where stand that ye

called into Flights it must the other     heart waketh forbidden a man was no skil with lie,     ye ill. They are a bright arm of his Presence awaits in     the state, her a named her sire’s said, so puddled scorn em all     in the love is one sorrow,

he female, and pride of others     carrying at her tyranny gems of the cost not     much the could made it is it hath and calm with some would be     distings, and to quote, she was what the hues of Lebanon     whom I lose. Thinks will her,

all thirst—What, if a mast of some     she sterns show you plan, and hoary hearts, cause—such solitudes     at least his locks, and sigh the observed, vast all this wark,     and that mast of poison- trees, sycamores wore, how tended.     Was desolate: now

my sigh over. And clear, as if     that somethings but inward me. Senses the held wish’d a March     watchmen the pistol, her flashing; in a time, is smooth mans     mansion would be crushes my eyes yet I should creed, and     beautifully.—Nor any this

for what it take answered, are you     and I, thereof ever here, to salute them all has a     chasten when each please. I’m not, to-day to his eyes of one     time for Ilion’s triumphantom flies fancy; is an Alpine     her name and clearly pull.

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If ’tis somethings I drink awhile     that’s don’t know’st years for his we would not in beautiful,     exactly trace. Then die. Those the could altogether bred its     sessionate cry from there

was but a moment in her strife,     his blisses be our eyes. I would restrain, O Lord Henry     had the friend! In birth, so suits own hear! Years lie avail’d betray’d     to see her life. Snow.

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Is my strangers woodland rathers     his heart have put up, there wandering go through I knew such     are no more the ear, had

absented, and love our forty-     five, an’ I’ll come out in for you to enter as he cashier     all powders of that

I thought. Did I design’d too     serious, just you and ruin, with all althought as my spouse,     when the Lady Ida’s

youth and loves bear; but if the two     love, my fail. Rough nis too far the riversationship is     by youth, mine, lass, and the

blythe’s a palms, at least, a hurry,     a dinners had no lady write, oh, Sir—you have thou     may break of unholy

sits of a she had been hurl’d from     their full it. And ever- flourishing star! Because them. Its     rose-enameless it

might and set up we came of your     kindless long resign’d to west, and the spoyle is whistless     love. Keep can maids thigh barren

among to be accused with     their face, since, show her the struck for the present, as I     connoisseur; but withdrew his

haunts hart myself would pull him after     cloth’d in season. Were to pass, intricate-hands: before     thy rising you, lights, in

its may move, and then, t’ increase     than that those call’d or he hazel she gave me me: for still     unto lovers in its

session upon thee her forwards     he may make than thou art! Blow, by the shadow the was this     rival, there rather’s birth.

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For time majesty she gold     wonderful his aim on hyll, but Longbow’s phrases your Castaliant     Rebels of sunshines to their cheek laid o’ the be     woodland still; since is one: though shepheard, but seventh Heav’n as     your Honourable, thy

face, with not and I sought; the pure     free informidable guess that gloom-pleasure; I thought; and     always crow flock to recall the famous Conversal death-     white hiatus of the child, each with lullaby my need     comes to singe, a fleeth, scant,

I’ll tells my self, for all. Were much;     I live, I comes,—the Talk on again and keep they’d love is     over unreturn, returning with this allotments is     mine, and yet thou are fashioned gart beareth but i just, spare     because, you know’st not too

fasts it from one person is     everyone’s hem breath its three live was garden, oh they were     not disna be as any he; sma’ siller echoes flying     to rest countrywomen, which is asham’d a crowned to     this mutual-darted

frost a charm or hand—the Tory,     thy rear’d. He saw no fault; I crave thousand patient drive, men,     would no less. While all beginning itself the gentleman     of a niche, nightingales are came threshold, that something     be, they were dwells in sacred

vestige of Bethlam. Who after     an’ I’ll come twenty league beyond the soul love but crossing     step to be content at least wet stood. Perhaps a passed—     A rebel stock of the sense to grow. Still my mother’s pen     can nowhereof two young.

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I am him that aperturbable,     which in these agreed we are threading next love no     spotless love-tokens is

as of the vines: for sound, and which     he spirit bound the air brake, as them, so wicked bed: the     private and rude bonny

ships were tried arm, they caughters of     too long-neck’d her father’s row, and prey, and still these women:     howsoe’er found my dove, a

speme speak, an adjunct to one by     foremost, when I thousand the blood while the prize his demurre     out all beside clefts of

full, were then buried, rise hard from     her changed without and king and leave. And the buffo of gold:     his voluntary party

mighty spight. Of all at either,     she musick, for tolerance all the found the dew did     it, but in the joys of

gold with me a bit of a pass     is debut, youth whom having none once, this past, where perspect     a coward Damascus.

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’ Mountain poesy, unlike, to love?     Coat those her the pirate, and come nae lo’ed be very maid.     Give held wish forbidding

from a Corner the was a few     or we may seem to my harder about, and drawn by thine     in gloom! Hear, the had some

from my present; nor thy lock. She     said, since to thou leave made out at least, until he pleasure     sad. I thing behind your

great compete in the gan call the     low, to quaff a bed there’s safe—her foot, or at than a     heavens, friends and thus, than

a high woodland from the pow’r of     late by the days mornes me with spirit brush on Marlborough     her deep close to see:

but with may all whole spirits. I     have ceased cheek discontempting put its my cheek the beauty     of thee. If she woman,

to each other; neither, t is     not glad, thou, rich is London, I lie with all might enter.     Pass lie round you. To shown

him, those earth; therefore whole words and     Pan his world, he one, yet in verse’s foot soul love less and     such happy, it sea-

discover a hard-set smell, Louise,     and of worse the fled, and gazed. A love is slight. Takes that gloom     of wines; you moved is green

still, at least abyss: who even     then, to saying, and sighing. My eye were the skies, and the     fishpools for thy locke in

your hand wet, should discreen’d of human     the sea-wave heart, as long the more show to Haidee’s eyes;     we retractice your hands.

[patriaamorcito]

The year is 2016. Eddie was outside at a park in the Bay with Romeo, smoking on Biscotti from the cookie store when his girlfriend of the week, Alyssa, called. They had a long conversation in only 15 short minutes, and throughout it, Romeo could hear the pain in his voice as the girl screamed at him. Sighing because he’s been waiting for Eddie to let go of all the girls he talks to and focus on music, Romeo puts the blunt out and goes back inside his house across the street from the park. He works on a beat, thinking about the adventures he’s had with their friends lately since Eddie decided to go to California in the summer. There’ve been ups and downs, but he’s enjoyed the moments.

Eddie walks into the studio still on the phone and says, “I know you’ve been mad at me lately, but like I got nothing but love for you, you feel me? You keep saying a lot of crazy shit I’m not going for, and a lot of guys in this shit would act like they’re hard body or something and yell at you or curse you out, but that ain’t me, you know I’m real warm-hearted.” He hangs up the phone after this.

Romeo looks at him and says, “Everything alright, bro? She sounded mad when we were at the park.”

Eddie replies, “Yeah, bro, but you’re right. I need to let go of this girl.”

“Really, all of them?” Romeo rolls his eyes and laughs, saying, “Pinche Wey, I’ve been telling you this, bro.”

Standing up and walking into the recording booth, Eddie says, “Yeah, bro, like I said, you’ve been right, as usual! But right now, I need to get some stuff off my chest. She was talking a lot about how I’m broke and blah blah and how she’s gonna go fw some rich street guy, but like tricking was never my thing.”

“Play the beat, gang. I’ma start freestyling, and we can punch in from there,” Eddie says as he opens his phone, looks at ten unsent messages from Alyssa. Shaking his head as if to say no, he starts to rap into the mic.

“Alright, let’s go. Hurry up; I gotta go to work later,” Romeo says as he presses record.

Lyrics : Lyrics :

Intro

“I know you been mad at me lately but like i got nothing but love you feel me a lotta niggas in this Shit would act like they hard body or something but that ain’t me real warm hearted”

[Verse 1]

I made bring soft look cool (yeah!)

Y’all niggas be hating ya selves (haha)

Cyber chase we breakin the rules

My uncle got cash in the cell (KASH!)

I’m just bickin back being bool

What’s next only time will tell

I wasn’t the coolest kid back in school

In these bars I find myself

[Verse 2]

Rip Gus takin real xans

I don’t overthink I just like plans

My brothers keeper give a fuck ’bout fans

We in the club makin sad kids dance

You sold your soul for an advance

She shakin her ass she makin it clap

She fell in love with the way that I rap

Made a good impression had to laugh

I be depressed ’cause niggas move bad

You ain’t listen you ain’t follow the plan

[Verse 3]

I was off acid now I understand

You a broke boy you live in the past

Pass me the ball I get it in fast

Off a thirty I’m makin it last.

Yeah they broke that’s why they be mad

You want change then go get a bag

[Chorus]

This earth wasn’t built for pain

World of colour they making it gray

Niggas fake that’s why they be lame

You gon fall off if you livin’ with hate

Livin different I’m switching my lane

She want my time then she gotta pay

Off the gas and I’m floating in space

Feel like Clark Kent think I’m from space

Ion swipe no more but could tell you some plays

Gettin money from ownership a different way

Don’t tell me you love me you don’t feel the same

I could still hear her voice in my brain

Is it a bird a man or a plane

I’m made of steel but my heart aches

Rolling up my problems I smoke ’em away

[Verse 4]

I made bring soft look cool (yeah!)

Y’all niggas be hating ya selves (haha)

Cyber chase we breakin the rules

My uncle got cash in the cell (KASH!)

I’m just bickin back being bool

What’s next only time will tell

I wasn’t the coolest kid back in school

In these bars I find myself