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Pitch Corrim / Cronim Anyone?

I Am Making A Bigger Piece Don't Worry, But This Is Your Tid-Bit.

I Saw Something About Cronus And Meenah Actually Being Moirails And It Just, Maybe It's Kinda One Sided, Maybe Porrim Hates Cronus More Than He Hates Her, But Hey It Gets Him Lot's Of Attention And That's All The Little Guys Wants Right?

Porrim Is Just So Mother Fuckin' Tired Of His Attitude And Inappropriate Behavior Guys, He's Leaning Directly Into The Misogyny She See's With Lord English, And Now She's Been Trapped With Just Him And Their Friends For Years And You Know, She's Not Too Picky (Not That, That's Bad, She Just Admits It.) And Maybe This Attention Seeking Little Asshole Is Worth Having A Kind Of Rivalry, Maybe, With The Way They Are Stuck Together, It's Fated.

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This Bard Is An Atlas

He Carries The Grief Of A Thousand Losses

Bard's Are The Ones Who Remain

Someone Must Be Left To Tell The Tale.

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The First Time My Lover Saw Me

I was Dead.

Just A Severed Head

Lips Stained Red.

Kiss Me Like The World Is Ending

Cause It Is.

Kiss Me Like Your Life Depends On it.

It Does.

Faces Framed In Fire

Living Warm And Soon Too Cold.

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A Boy Made Of Light

Now Cold Florescence, He Could Have Been The Sun

He Is Gold In Nature But Washed Out.

A Boy Made Of Flowers

Grown By Other Hands, Picked, Cut, And Put Out For Decoration

Sweet Smelling And Rotting.

A Boy Made Of Fire

He Drenched Himself In Gasoline And Lit The Match

The Cold Hands Will Not Reach Him Again.

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Comparisons

One Is Red Hot Steel.

In The Way That When The Fire Inside Him Cools He Will Harden Into Something That Can Be Sharpened To A Wicked Point.

One Is Cold Glass.

In The Way That He Will Shatter When Hurt, Into Something Sharp And Crystalline That Will Cut You With Every Touch.

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Canine

Dog In The Way That I Was Wild Once.

Dog In The Way That I Was Not Your's To Begin With.

Dog In The Way That I Was Difficult And Unwanted And Hard To Train.

Dog In The Way That I Was Kicked And Dragged And Screamed At.

Dog In The Way That I Fight At The First Sign Of Danger.

Dog In The Way That I Bite Back At Fear.

Dog In The Way That I Growl At Warning Signs.

Dog In The Way That I See Through People, Tuck My Tail And Bear Teeth.

People Use Dog-Like Love As A Metaphor For Submission To The Cycle Of Abuse. Dogs Who Roll Over And Beg, Just To Be Kicked In The Ribs And Keep Begging.

But Not All Dogs Submit. We Kill Those Who Choose To Fight Back Instead Of Roll Over And Submit, Calling Them Dangerous, Wild, Feral, Aggressive, The People Fear, And Fear Of An Animal Makes It Unworthy Of Love.

I Am Dog Of Teeth.

Dog Of Loud Voice And Bloody Muzzle.

My Loyalty Is My Choice.

This Submission At Your Feet, This Bearing Of My Soul Is On My Terms.

I Am Soft By Choice, Not By The Heavy Hand That Once Hit Me.

I Will Love You To My Last Breath.

My Love Is One Of Presence And Consistency.

A Working Dog, Clever, Ready.

I Learned Long Ago To Guard What Is Most Dear To Me.

Should The Boot Ever Raise To Me Again.

God Forbid The Fist To You.

Know I Am Here, I Still Bite.

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You Asked Me What My Favorite Color Was And I Couldn't Tell You.

But I Hold Stories Like An Archive And Bleed Things I Think Sound Like Poetry.

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Chocolate Milk My Beloved.