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And I see with my first eyes
Of morning
A hush little hummingbird
Gazing with childish innocence
Observing me
gallant in flight
Swims closer & closer
Bashful in his proposal
Flees fluently away
Leaving me
the scent of cinnamon
And I see with my first eyes
Of morning
A hush little hummingbird
Gazing with childish innocence
Observing me
gallant in flight
Swims closer & closer
Bashful in his proposal
Flees fluently away
Leaving me
the scent of cinnamon
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To the you who was my everything.
You can call it cliche, or even naive. Back then...
we truly thought we'd spend out lives together.
I remember it more clearly than the the days since it ended.
The day we met.
I somehow knew I had to have you in my life, I made sure it would happen.
I needed you.
You may not have known it yourself, for all you had suffered, been through, the damage you'd been dealt.
You had a light within you
You may not have known...For you I seemed like a bright light in the darkness, but you didn't know then just how deep the abyss inside me was.
I needed that light
My world became about you, for better or for worse...
I would m
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What we used to have
Those eyes, those attractive features...for two years he had haunted me wherever I went, and now he was standing before me – alive and well. Five long years, and yet those five years had barely touched his outer appearance. He reminded me still of the youth I met back then, when we could have been something called friends, instead of strangers with some memories. While not scrutinising him, I did take my time taking in what I recognised and what five years had changed in the one who mustered me as well. He was still pale, under his eyes the signs of his insomnia could be seen even after all this time. The biggest change was his snakebite piercings. A wry smile, and I then wiped sudden tears aside, the moment I noticed the one feature that caught my eye five years prior. “Still liking the emo-style I see.” A pale smile, and he then shook his head – the fringe of his dark hair fell further into his eyes and his fingers then tugged at some of the strands, a bit self-conscious it
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The Truth of Remnant's War
Little side note, I'm putting the Great War 310 years back to make it more ancients and all that and I'm making this officially 'start' after the Jaunedice thing arc, don't remember or care enough to find out the arc name xD
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(Y/N)/???: "Release gate twelve: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒏!!!" I said as my voice was there, but it sounded as if someone else were there. And their hatred was almost as deep as mine for this man.
Soldier: "Wh- what are you!?!?" He shouted in terror as he looked at my new form.
I looked down as I saw myself, I had
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course not. hahahaa i just am always in a rush since I'm so busy.seldom do i have the time to look at other art.
but I'm getting better.
this poem makes me think what it would be life if there was a flower that smelled like cinnamon.
hahhaa random but it would be super cool wouldnt it.