bearer of the curse

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[nightcorp]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[2001fallenstar]

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Don’t be alarmed

Redraw of this one

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The only hope for me

[havingapoemwithyou]

against death by Noor Hindi

[d3v0t10n]

time stands still

[drxgonfly]

Into the Mist of Dream (by imagesofdream)

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Created ten years ago two days ago happy birthday boy

[havingapoemwithyou]

friend, by jean valentine

[apoemaday]

Death Again

by Jim Harrison

Let’s not get romantic or dismal about death. Indeed it’s our most unique act along with birth. We must think of it as cooking breakfast, it’s that ordinary. Break two eggs into a bowl or break a bowl into two eggs. Slip into a coffin after the fluids have been drained, or better yet, slide into the fire. Of course it’s a little hard to accept your last kiss, your last drink, your last meal about which the condemned can be quite particular as if there could be a cheeseburger sent by God. A few lovers sweep by the inner eye, but it’s mostly a placid lake at dawn, mist rising, a solitary loon call, and staring into the still, opaque water. We’ll know as children again all that we are destined to know, that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.

[apoemaday]

"[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]..."

by E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[metamorphesque]

august, tathev simonyan (a revised version of this poem)

[hgln]

Now that im typing up the HGLN masterpost i think the story could be a process of unravelling their past ...... hm what if they keep moving to try to get closer to who they are and uncover their past?

[hgln]

Commission by @Deden0_777 on twitter/x

[cosmonautroger]

Riccardo Guasco, We Are Alone, 2020

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