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skeletons clothed in ghastly words



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Thu Oct 21, 2021 3:24 pm
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Just found out this is a thing. We'll see what I come up with. Haven't written much since NaPo haha.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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The Death of a Great Love?

They never thought much of you,
no matter how sweet you were,
no matter how brightly your colors shown.

You were begrudgingly accepted
as a necessary party guest,
the plus-one that has to be invited
but no one really wants around.

Those who loved you,
like me, were shunned as well
and assumed liars
(as if I could ever lie),
but to me, it never felt
like October without you.

But I can't love you this year.
Perhaps I never will again.

Because you, my friend,
are just a designer drug,
an autumn-tinted wedge
of the vice that takes us all,
the one hardest to break
because we need it
but too much and it kills,
destroying us slowly
from the inside out.

Oh, candy corn,
you are too sweet,
and that is precisely why
I can't love you anymore.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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Did you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
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