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02.05.2026
you thought me how to bring my walls down,
and in the dead of the night, you stabbed me.
"it's your fault," you said
and i never felt ny heart beat ever since.
I love this wall... until i remember it's supposed to look like gel electrophoresis 😂
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my pale skin constantly reflects into the sky a subtle hint that the stars will fall tonight the stars were never on our side i take my midnight stroll coincedently as the clock tolls twelve twilight shadows beam onto my reflection but to you I’m invisible the mood of the moon is a sweet serene lullaby an angels chorus hold your breath while i take this devils kiss upon your neck immortalize my…
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Midnight Strolls
The night was eerily quiet except for the gushing of the river. Peter made his way past the Trident, returning from his brief stroll. He had been in dire need of some fresh air, that, and an escape from familial duties. The letter from his mother had irritated him, it seemed that the only reason he was here was to help his brother. He wanted to do things his own way, not the way that was convenient to others, and yet he had no choice, there were obligations.
just another midnight stroll
//Vox sighs.
[Hours in front of a dozen magnified image files and still no breakthroughs on that translation. If only I had more to work with. Cultural significance, degree of civilization, even biology. Without any spoken word and no reference texts, it'll be days before I compile enough structural evidence for a cipher, and even then the syntax itself will be largely guesswork.]
//Looks up from work
[Maybe...a short break couldn't hurt. And he did say the replicators were fixed...]
//Steps out into hallway and looks around. It's understandably quiet given the time of night, though it's likely there's mayhem just around some corner--another mishap in flower orders, or a broken elevator shaft, perhaps more of those darn tribbles...
// Arrives at replicator banks, biting her lip absentmindedly as she hopes luck is on her side. To her delight they are, in fact, functional. The chief is true to his word.
//Replicates an Earth mocha, a somewhat archaic beverage not typically coded into Federation systems, nor found in really any establishment in this day and age. But oh, are they delicious.
//Taking in the quiet, she decides to go for one of her late-night strolls. There certainly was a lot to think about.