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Mirrored MirrorThoughtless, the passing of objects in hold did align the bodies to frame a tip at tumbling to unreturn. Thus behold so severely stumbled, so simple slip into infinity. O wondrous breach, what illusioned descent you might entice, into constant chasm just yonder reach. You are not once infinity but twice! I grasp you now, how so like me you are; We are perpetual self allusion circumscribed within self: a loop bizarre. Perchance I, as you, am but illusion. This is our analogy of a soul: self within self, mirage between each whole.Mirrored Mirror
by ~VainApocalypse
Memento MoriMy love, lets share this setting autumn sun and the twilight hues in the cusp of their go. Night nigh, they are extinguished one and one, as we now don our frowns for a like woe. Dear love, I won't be unfair to you though. I've just but cared too much for you to share. Love, I will tell you what you need to know: secrets that tear my tender tongue and air. It is the utmost direly parting pair, when one is born in patches and stitching, whose ragged holes have been years past repair, and mine now start their ominous itching. They'll gape wide near the end of my story, &nbsMemento Mori
by ~VainApocalypse
On Balloons and the WeightlessWhere comes this reckoning of bated grip, this fierce fraud against my trusting ties? It comes at a verdant acreage tip, where azure skies beckon my prize, "rise, rise." Tail past my hold, an adieu from my eyes, That cherished, shrinking, cherry speck quit me for a bed, brighter and blue, where she now lies. Not tree nor plea could block her rising free, you see. Goodbye, sweet cherry speck! Goodbye to thee! Be not bound; be so weightless as your word. Quit troth and tie, and quit me for that sky. Goodbye to thee. Rise to what you've preferred. Quit the bittered; ascend tOn Balloons and the Weightless
by ~VainApocalypse
A Soulless WordIt pangs the temples of the moralist, How this problem proves him a pretender. Of kin, picnic and pest are the subtlest,A Soulless Word
so he oft parades his due much louder. Never a fratricide has walked prouder,
His gut in his hands, spiteless and sated. All behind him the messed tools of dinner,
afore him his mirror, desecrated. "How can I claim right to life as stated When 'tis that I deny for my cousin, The weed, the swine, whose rights I've negated? My ethic and nature grieve this fission." Rathering ease, he has his guilt deferred whenever he fancies a soulless word.
by ~VainApocalypse
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