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There is the flesh of a king and gold on your hands and you have to wonder how holy this can be when gore hangs on the inside of your ...

There are some excellent lines up above me-- awesome imagery, Rybastah. But, it all feels a bit disconnected to me right now. Relate it more. Put some more purpose behind ...

Last one you have there is fantastic.

"shatter" you will taste my soul spread across your tongue like a bruised strawberry, grainy and stringy and fragile (don't bite down too hard, because I will break); with glass ...

I wanna be just like you when I grow up, mum! ^____^

*high fives Shady* ^_________________________^ (This poem was beautiful, by the way)

Day V "harvest" for Hannah and Pengu. c: Even as we pluck deciduous and drupes with those oustretched, cramping ligaments, bitter sits in the back of our throats like the ...

I would tell you to let me catch up, but I'm enjoying your poetry too much.

DAY IV I dun even know. Feel free to ignore this completely. I hope you can find my carcass somewhere in this, at least some stench or rot lacing my ...

Shushhhhhhhhhh.

Beautiful.

Stop making me so jealous with your godly writing skill whatnots. Not fair. :c

My writing is a bit odd right now. Sorry. I count dreams with an unsteady fingers and an even more unsteady mind, fingers on my pulse between the empty spots ...

MISTER Loomypants. Good (insert time of day here) to you. I'm going to talk a bit on your lovely third poem, as you know. Sorry it too me so long ...

Like a girl-scout birdie.