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    Kiss of Quiche

    ...𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓎'𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈...

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    The Canopy

    𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓎 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓍𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓈𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓎

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    Scaffolding

    Tracing the cold iron, feeling the phantom  warmth of hands that once held me.The wind whistles through the empty spaces,  a mournful symphony of what used to be.Where we built our dreams, brick by fragile  brick, now only scaffolding...

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    Silent Witness - with the passionate Crimsin

    The wind, a phantom legion, howled its ancient song, Through skeletal branches, where dead leaves clung. A tempest brewed, a symphony of dread, whispering secrets of the long since dead,The house, a wounded beast, with shutters torn and weak,...

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    • hello dearest Adagio I love how this came out thank you for being the mastermind behind it ❤️

    • I get a kick out of haunting. It really did come out, haunting. We did good, and thank you for collaborating.

    • I am not a big fan of horror stories but this poem leaves me breathless with awe. It’s written outstandingly brilliant – the wording, the imagery, the content. Congratulations to both of you for this successful collaboration!

    • Thank you, Sappho. I have been a fan of the dark, since day became night.

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    Last Dance

    The rain slicked the asphalt like a fresh-spilled drink, and the neon was a cheap whore's lipstick smear on the night. Just the cold, blank stare of a porcelain doll. The drumbeat was a pulse in the dark, a low...

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