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[smithwonderlust]

Smallest One (She will be Loved)

The above playlist and digital art are inspired by Corvidcookies' old man and (the glowing) sea.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63656347/chapters/167776000

Life Breath

Have you seen the girl, With a heart as big as the sea? She looks just like you and just like me. She set out to find humanity. And the keys to set all her lovers free. 'Mind On Fire' -Aisha Badru

Digital Bath I be the girl. With mind on fire. You be the boy. of blind desire. Holding out to prolong. Safe-Safekeep, spotted strong. Home, strange worn-out wings. One soul, learns to sing. Forgiven all, all in part. Minor key upon this heart. In any form, or language we. Behemoth then. unique to thee.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64326577/chapters/169908589

Sunset Daisy (Desert Nights)

[smithwonderlust]

Undone

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Our hearts once of stone, Now tenderly both behold. My (your) heart of flesh, Flush against you. Crimson blush, So lush, So new. Softly bitten. You still shimmer. Sea star glow. Firefish, Blossom and grow.

Bleeding Oceans dedicated to the lovely @corvidcookie

Old man and the (glowing) sea is just sublime!

This poem is dedicated to chapter 14.

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Drifting away Miles out into the ocean Oceans apart Wandering, where are you going? I bet you wouldn't notice There's darkness in the water You're lost And you don't know it

[smithwonderlust]

Cannibal Hearts

Heinous route heart to chest. Somatic sewn scrap divest. Savage hate sweet divine. Brackish-stained cores entwine. This filth ruins souls. Primal acts alternate roles. Awful antics caught between. Is this truly what we need? Rousing shouts reverb waste. Considering this barren place. Biting cut, sting to bruise. Oftentimes easily used. Enchantments wings extend wide, Ran and found a hollow hide. Continue how? Proceed now? Aggravated assault, this salt. Cautionary narrative? Yield not one to another. Sullied orifice twisted plunder.

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“You don’t see me at all…”

3 Libra’s A Perfect Circle

[smithwonderlust]

Pressurized Ache

Twisted telephone umbilical style,

Leave a message after the beep.

Dark roses, drawn blood.

Arm-like boxing gloves.

Overflow, shaken down.

Spread legs, wolf howls.

Zygote cell block numbered dread,

ageless prison within my head.

My barn is barren, abundantly strong.

Empty wineskins—my vat’s gone.

Correct her that you burned?

Delighting me, Ashen Urn.

I’m stained by your garments,

Your congealed armaments.

Your scarred wrists mine to gain?

Blade-sharp tears bottled pain.

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[smithwonderlust]

Digital Bath

Have you seen the girl, With a heart as big as the sea? She looks just like you and just like me. She set out to find humanity. And the keys to set all her lovers free. 'Mind On Fire' -Aisha Badru

I be the girl.

With mind on fire.

You be the boy.

of blind desire.

Holding out

to prolong.

Safe-Safekeep,

spotted strong.

Home, strange

worn-out wings.

One soul,

learns to sing.

Forgiven all,

all in part.

Minor key

upon this heart.

In any form,

or language we.

Behemoth then.

unique to thee.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64326577/chapters/169908589

Inspired by Corvid's Old Man and (the glowing) Sea:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63656347

[smithwonderlust]

Glass Hearts

Heaven's western wind lost intense eyes on silent goodbyes.

Because it’s hard to say, “Oh well, OK.”

Talk about it. Discuss? Even arguing is better than nothing.

I am unable to climb mountains in braille.

The attempts were rotten, plotting a 20-foot drop.

Do you recall simply grasping hands?

Why was I so certain? Supplied errors?

Fallen from grace or suckers for slowly leaving?

You kept me alive; I can’t resuscitate or participate any longer.

It's a glass house, a stone throw, and a drop-in.

Define Ghezen. Polar opposite.

Have you vanished? Lasting?

Love is lost, blooming on a grave.

Roses in black silk laud a call—a Hallmark-approved moment.

Has existence ever been so bittersweet?

Safety Sea, true twenty-two-stricken disgust.

Sliced lips, dirty quips.

Complete, a secured “investment.”

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