rising.trying to use more people. regardless of whether i like them or not.
so much catching up to do.
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caryatidlanguid limbs poised in a hierarchy of punishment, only the masculine could enforce. stones in their mouths, words not whole to suffice the repentence -caryatid
so needed to escape, flourish, though the ruins lie in their pristine facades, celebrating the weight of guilt's blood.
caryatid, though she stands in her shame, fingers agitated, emasculated by the hold. deferred denizens unequivocally cast the stone -
brambly, frigid, its demeanor left to inferno. as fair maiden they were, now to remain &nb
by ~eros-
persephoneA semblance of winter, A scatter of leaves, So lamenting Lachrymose A land so soiled With the burden of the barren, Into the earth she seeps Virgin veil to sacrifice To keep the lineages of their life Rebirth, rebirth!persephone
The blood she’d spilt If ever unintentionally. And of the river she feared, Needing no payment here, And the shadows of the place, Shriveled her blooming face, Once fair, now foul The lasting tendrils Of a life stolen. Beloved daughter, trying To fill a void That fate had led her to fill, Th
by ~eros-
Sacrilegiousa wind swept up the waters, lotus afloat, so arduous is the journey,Sacrilegious
but my punishment is everlasting-
climbing to an ascent that recedes with each step. my burden in hand.
he’s hollowed, uninformed.
pouring the lifeless matter into his breath -
not knowing how it trickles out, a waste for us both. was there a time when -
so many gaps did not exist, when the sun rose upon his call, when he could hold-
all that I needed in a pilgrim’s palm? dispelling the darkness,
placing his seed into all he could see
by ~eros-
purgatoryand I couldn't help but fall past the green of tangible lives too lush for me, to grace the faces of a thousand leaves who never stopped to weep for me.purgatory
where the roots had sewn their talons in soils, in souls disembodied in their burials alone, where the world is merely tangles (is where) I belong.
a flight for favors was something I could never do, when the earth with all its hollows is what I was called to in hymns of autumn.
feigning the affections for blooms so fragrant with a time I did not identify,
by ~eros-
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and your affection for kant.
and and and
you.
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