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be not afraid

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yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines

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Orthodox Christian cybersecurity

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Photos by Robert Wolfgang

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Smoke & snow

The spirals in my mind used to twist my head in knots

You spent those many nights awake, untangling my thoughts

Smoke and snow are just the same, they fade away so fast

They’re just like you and I, by design not built to last

Yet built for hallowed moments when you feel to be alone

A comfort in the night that shines a light and guides you home

And through the looking glass we found, we met each other’s eyes

Though never in the flesh, we merely spoke our last goodbyes

Though some naysayers tell me that it surely wasn’t much

I know with everything I have that through the veil, we touched

Like smoke and snow, I let you go, you melted in my hands

A warmth like that could never have belonged in winterland.

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Take me away ⛅️

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tuesdays in the A 🍈

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I want to create something untouched

Pure, raw, and much too bitter

I want it to be spat out

Because my tastes are acquired only by my solitude

I do not care for admirers who change their minds

Or cast their evil eyes

I don’t want my burdens to be a muse

Don’t smile at me

Don’t show me your teeth, because it means something different

I don’t care for your pleasure

I don’t want you to hum when you taste me

Instead you should gag, like you’re tasting the truth, and it’s

Pure, raw, and much too bitter

I want your lips to burn

I want your teeth to ache and rot

For the crime of consuming me, as though I am made for your nourishment

I am not your muse

You have bled nothing for me

But my fervid veins still ache inside my skin

How I wish to split them open and pour the acid on your face

And when you taste my boiling blood,

You will think that it’s pure, raw, and much too bitter

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— franz kafka, from a letter to max brod

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Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin