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    Candle Your Wick

    Your lips are embers in the dusk’s embrace,A slow combustion, ardent and untamedβ€” Torched like kindling set to burn my name, In tongues of gold across love’s hollow face. Oh, let me be the candle at your wick, The wax...

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    Neptune's Flesh

    ...from a muffled dirge where roots are caught how do you know, you are not bled drippingfrom withered peel, tongue filled with foam with fingers in freehand, an incision of "Y"by the throat, gift wrapped in worms of pine...

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    Concealed in Shadows

    π’œπ“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘œπ“Šπ“ˆ π“ˆπ’Έπ‘’π“ƒπ“‰ π‘œπ’» π’Ήπ‘’π’·π’Άπ“Šπ’Έπ’½π‘’π“‡π“Ž π“ˆπ“Œπ‘’π‘’π“‰ π“‚π‘’π“π’Άπ“ƒπ’Έπ’½π‘œπ“π“Ž, 𝒸𝒢𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢 π’Έπ‘’π“π“π‘œ π“‚π’Άπ“ˆπ“†π“Šπ‘’π“‡π’Άπ’Ήπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢 π“ˆπ‘’π“‡π‘’π“ƒπ’Άπ’Ήπ‘’ π“Šπ“ƒπ“Žπ’Ύπ‘’π“π’Ήπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”, π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ π’Έπ‘œπ“π’Ή-π’Έπ‘œπ“π’Ή 𝒽𝑒𝒢𝓇𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒢𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’Ήπ’Άπ“‡π“€π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π‘œπ’» π“‰π’Ύπ“‚π‘’π“π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π‘’π’Έπ’½π‘œπ‘’π“ˆ π’Άπ“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘œπ“Šπ“ˆ π“ˆπ’Έπ‘’π“ƒπ“‰ π‘œπ’» π’Ήπ‘’π’·π’Άπ“Šπ’Έπ’½π‘’π“‡π“Žπ“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ 𝒢 𝒻𝒢𝓉𝒢𝓁 π’Άπ’»π“‰π‘’π“‡π“‰π’Άπ“ˆπ“‰π‘’π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ’Έπ‘’π’Άπ“π‘’π’Ή 𝒾𝓃 π“ˆπ’½π’Άπ’Ήπ‘œπ“Œπ“ˆ

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    In Walk She

    In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The gentle hum of a record playing in the background filled the space with a melancholic rhythm that seemed to echo the emotions swirling within me. I sat...

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    Arousing My Proclivities

    The air, thick and viscous, shifts, a curtain drawn back by an invisible hand, and then it arrives, that subtle, insidious whisper, not carried by wind, but by the very fabric of my being. It’s the sweet scent of...

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