bruised and brightest

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You love shiny poetry edges. You loved me, the one with cherry-peach words.

You love shiny poetry edges. It just occured; you loved mine, you just can not breath the stars without hers. The one with gold-moonful words.

Pity. Pity. Pity, my cherry-blood hands.

--yxv

(It was post firstly on Tacenda Official Account Line.)

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Instead of the plain black and white code switching.

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I've gotten the list.

Should I?

Should we?

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Some days teach me that it is okay to have both fond-of people and less-fond-of people. That no matter how you dress, from head to toe black funeral to obvious fresh lime, you will eat these judgmental sweets people hand you. That having a few very god-blessed-you friends less than your fingers is absolutely the thing you need after all this time. That, I, try to shrug any dim-witted stories in knotting their sticky mud to my life, just in order to keep my head more sane to go on.

It is okay.

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Pingkan; She is your all night long firework package.

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Dane Dehaan for Prada by Annie Leibovitz

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“Fairy tale comes in a different lines, sweet pie.” I rolled my eyes. “Like?” “Like everyone in here is a princess and a prince, a king and a queen. It is only the matter of time when you realize they real and exist.” She smiled warmly and patted my shoulder. “Don’t lose hope. Even fairy godmothers are abundantly appear in this castle-less surrounding. Just hang on. You will have your own selection of fairy tale.”

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Over the many years, it has been my privilege ro recall the exploits of my remarkable friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. John Watson

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He was the machinist, the source of artful display--the maker. She was the quiet morning air, the sparks of gold --the pianist.