#miscalleneous

[susanoos-wife]

[wickedwitches]

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[tobeunmoored]

Shadows and whispers in the great between that whistle through cracks and trickle down alleys I never know where these pieces of me go but they're washed in the water and I cannot recall and I cannot say if you may hear my voice as a passing breeze, a passing fancy or catch the glimmer in my eye as a trick of light glass on the asphalt, a moment of bright On a storm-soaked day I may have stared out the window,  and you may still smell the cigarette smoke I cling to your clothes, lightning strikes You may feel my laughter in the winter chill all shaking shoulders, stolen breath stolen breath of what accord, that I cannot recall Walk on, my friend, and gather me every jagged little shard you find, keep them only for a moment then drop them in the ocean For you are a force, the earth holds your weight and I, the tide, I undulate

errant memory, mab

[wickedwitches]

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[wickedwitches]

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[wickedwitches]

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[wickedwitches]

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[wickedwitches]

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