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charliechaotic · 21 days
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I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HIM 🙏💙
LETS FUCKING GO. OKAY OKAY SO WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO HEAR IS ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT AND THE ACCUMULATION OF A BUNCH OF MADNESS OF ALMOST TWO YEARS (JUN 10TH BEING THE EXACT TWO YEAR MARK) OF HAVING HIM, STARTING FROM A ROLEPLAY MISCOMMUNICATION THAT I ROLLED WITH. MY FAVORITE BOY WAS AN ACCIDENT !!!
RIGHT RIGHT OKAY SO!!
Wren Sonnet is NOT initially a rottmnt oc, hopefully obvious seeing as I only got into that VERY recently whrje
Wren was made from a heroes and villains oc city rp!! Wren himself is a low ranked villain, but we'll get to that hehehehe
Oh man, okay Im gonna be doing this minimal edits style to get across the absolute madness I feel over him so I do need to warn that theress kinda child experimentation and child neglect stuff that Iii think ill put under a cut just in case?? I have a somewhat hard time telling what needs a tw sometimes so lemme know if I miss anything ^^
Basically, at age 6, Wren's mother sells him to a hero named Euphoria. Hero as in the cities legal term, not storywise, evidently!!
Euphoria was a man blinded and orphaned in an incident from a group of magicfolk, and uhh he's. yah he's SUPER anti magic. AND A HYPOCRITE BECAUSE HIS ASS IS USING A MAGIC AMULET TO HAVE SIGHT AND WINGS!! HE SUCKS!!!!
But yeah back to Wren uhh his power starts off as simple tech manipulation, basically altering code! He's need to actually understand code to use this effectively though
Through the course of a few years, Wren is experimented on, and his power breaks. His SOUL breaks- see, Relsian(Relsia is the city) magic is based on your soul, and if damage comes to your soul? Your magic is damaged. Euphoria experimented on Wren to alter his power to be more 'useful' to him, intending to turn him into a sidekick.
At age 9, Wren escapes. But not unscathed.
See, Euphoria's hired scientist, a woman named Lydia, used memory magic as he left, trying to prevent him sharing what happened to him. But in her rush, it messed up his memory! His memories tend to be a bit blurry, having gaps in them- he makes it work, but it can be hard. Anything in his time in the lab or prior is completely locked away, and he has trouble recalling the few years following that-
When he escaped, he was found by his siblings! Rowan and Raven- twins. They were 13 when they found him. And 13 when they had to start raising their own brother :( Their mom left and their dad never met them so cowabummer amiright
(starting to be rushed 😔 )
Wrens powers have shifted into this messed up form of teleportation, in a way. Basically, his soul magic has been altered to 'Glitch' him from place to place, basically taking him apart and putting him back together somewhere else- It can be developed further, but its rare he ever manages that, and those are usually Bad Timelines
The twins work and saved and eventually manage to start renting a bookstore / apartment! They live above the store.
And eventually, Wren decides he wants to help. Rather than trying to find an number of the somewhat illegal workplaces that would let a 13 year old kid work there, he takes up ✨crime✨ !
So our boy Wren goes about stealing stuff to pawn, and he's getting dumb about it. He catches the attention of a miss Scarlet Munroe, the leader of Karma Corp, a criminal organization. They steal and sell things, splitting the money two ways: donating to charities and paying the workers.
Scarlet knows she cant keep this kid from doing this, but she knows she can help him do it in a way that is going to be safer for him. So she does.
He becomes Python, a low tier villain. All he really does is steal- and yet he catches the attention of a bigtime hero? He doesn't know what he did to get on Euphoria's list of enemies, but he knows he doesn't trust that guy.
Wren gets merch of himself to not blow his cover on knowing so much about Python, actibg like a fanboy because he thinks the guys just kinda neat, no other reason-
FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION!! He's on a baseball team!!
Phil Bloomfield - Coach (Wings) [He/Him]
Mercury 'Merc' Bloomfield (Healing) [He/She]
Cherry [She/They]
Paloma 'Plum' [He/They/It]
Jellybean 'JB' (Food Creation) [They/Them]
Kestrel 'Kel' (Theyre a Dragon magicfolk) [They/Them]
Sage [She/Her]
(Sage and Kel are dating btw :3)
OH YEAH WRENS WEAPON OF CHOICE IS A STAFF AND IT WAS GENUINELY INSPIRED BY DONNIE AT FIRST AND NOW IM ACTUALLY GETTING INTO TMNT IT FEELS SO FUNNY???
Also he uses it because he finds it a better weapon to avoid hurting others TOO much. He only ever wants to immobilize or injure, never risk killing, and uhhh swords (no matter how cool they are) tend to be a little too murdery for him
and JB and their brother Jam are the technical owners of a pizzaplace called J&Js and it is the BEST in Wren's opinion. (JB makes up food challenges like how fast can you eat a super spicy pizza kinda thing, but its mostly to trick Wren into accepting free food by earning it somehow- my boy is poor but stubborn)
uhhh my brain is dry!! Ask questions and Ill add on more info :D
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cozysip · 1 year
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*✶   uncommon names:
a  list  of  uncommon  names that  i’ve  been  compilating  from  pinterest.  please  note  the  names ( not sorted  in f/m). are  from  a  variety  of  origins  and  it’s  best  to  research ,  in  accordance to  naming  your  character  appropriately .
a - d :
ada, althea, amaya, amalia, anita, anya, aspen, ayla, baker, boheme, bria, bondi, cade, calliope, cara, caroline, celosia, charlotte, cleo, coral, coco, dakota.
e - i :
elena, ellie, esme, everlee, enzo, ford, genevieve, gracie, haven, harlow, hazel, inessa, isla, ivy, izzy.
j - n :
jasper, jolene, josephine, josie, kaia, kate, katie, lexie, lilac, lina, luxe, malia, maya, mila, nala, naomi, nova.
o - r :
oakley, oaklynn, quincy penelope,penn, poppy, raina, ruby, ruthe.
s - v :
sage, savannah, scout, sienna, skye, sonnet, sutton, vienna.
w- z :
wiley, wren, zella, zoe, zola, zoriana.
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tarnishedpride · 1 month
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ROBIN (HSR) — names && pronouns && titles
names — aria, avis, calliope, celeste, dove, lark, lullaby, lyra, mavis, melody, odele, rhea, selene, sonnet, wren.
pronouns — bir/birds, cos/cosmos, lyric/lyrical, mu/muse, song/songs, star/stars, tu/tune.
titles — [prn] of cosmos - wide fame, [prn] who sings for the stars, angelic lyricist, angel of the stars, cosmic singer, melodic whisper, resonant supernova, star - born singer.
— requested by anonymous
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sunshinies · 11 months
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⋆✧ Venti inspired names/pronouns/titles ! 𝄞⋆
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art by x! for anon and @the-astropaws !
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🎼 names: aerith , ainsley , ambrose , apple , arbor , archer , asher , aster , autumn , blaine , bramble , carmen , cedar , cosmo , flynn , forrest , gael/gale , glen , goldie , hadley , honor , leif , leighton , linden , linus , lupin , melody , oakley , poe , reed , rory , rowan , russet , rye , saffron , sage , sawyer , sorrel , sunny , tawny , teryn , wilder , wren , yarrow , zephie , zephyr
🏹 pronouns: strum/strums/strumself , bard/bard/bardself , wine/wines/wineself , hum/hums/humself , anemo/anemos/anemoself , god/gods/godself , breeze/breezes/breezeself , whoosh/whooshes/whooshself , wind/winds/windself , harp/harps/harpself , sing/sings/singself , song/songs/songself , joy/joys/joyself , cheer/cheers/cheerself , free/frees/freedomself , melo/melos/melodyself
any other variation pronouns of these may be used , of course !
🍃 titles: the god of gentle freedom , the windborne bard , patron of the angel’s share , he who spells windswept stories , his musical embrace , the god of melodic prayer , the spinner of skyward sonnets , the conductor of holy choruses , his beautiful breeze of rebellion
prns and gendered terms may be replaced.
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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @cocajimmycola @ladyth
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that-dumbass-rabbit · 5 months
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I just spent 2hrs scrolling name lists.........
Anyways here's all my favorite people names in alphabetical order
Adorene/ada, Agnetta/agnes, Alice, Amaris, Amber, Andromeda, Arcus, Ashford, Astra, Astrid, Aspen, Atreus, Avalon, Bennet, Blossom, Blythe, Briar, Cadence, Canary, Casper, Cecil, Cedar, Clement, Colette, Cyrus/cyril, Darcy, Day, Declan, Ebony, Emeric, Emile, Emory, Enid, Ethel, Etta/ette, Fern, Finch, Finnegan/Finn, Fletcher, Florence, Glenn, Harmony, Harper, Ingrid, Iris, Kestrel, Kiara, Lark, Lenore, Lucinda, Mallory, Maple, Marinea/marin, Marisol, Melody, Milo, Mitte, Mitzi, Nieve, Olivia, Orion/Oreon, Oswald, Otis, Penn, Seraphina, Sonnet/sonata, Sparrow, Spencer, Sylvia, Wexel/wessel/wess, Winifred, Wisp, Wren
Feel free to rb with your favorites and maybe I'll add em on if I like em too
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psijic-toast · 2 years
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FFXIVwrite 17: Novel
Ao3 link if you’d like
It was a given that one day, stories would be written of the Warrior of Light. Whether it be prose, poetry, sonnets or ballads, someone would capture the tales shared by the Scions on paper. It was a fate T’ahria had prayed would be far into the future, when she had only a few years left to learn of how she would be remembered. Perhaps that way she may go to the grave in peace.
She did not expect for such novelizations to come out so soon.
She wasn’t one for reading, had resisted her aunts’ every attempt to get her to pick up a book willingly. As an adult she was a bit more pliable, so long as the novel was a work of fiction and held her interest. Or about Nym, as she would skim those books for whatever information she could find on scholars and fairies, Eos sat on her shoulder. This is all to say that it was odd to find her looking at the literature stall in Revenant's Toll, fingers trailing spines as she looked over the titles.
It was there she encountered them first, an inconsequential cover decorated with blue roses. ‘T’alia Lightbringer’ was embellished in silver on the front, in an overly fancy cursive font. It caught her attention long enough that she read the blurb on the back -before handing the required gil over to the merchant, and all but running to the Rising Stones, purchase in hand.
She now stood beside the bar, slouched over with her head pressed against the cool wood. Above her, Wren sat casually, reading the story aloud.
“May she be blessed by the elementals” the Seedseer cried, staff held aloft. A cascade of magicked leaves billowed from the tip, scattering and falling amongst the crowd. Children cheered as they reached to catch the fluttering leaves, which transformed into butterflies in their palms - did that really happen at Greenbliss?”
“No” She mumbled, voice muffled. “I got trapped in the Echo to the point of passing out”
“Oh goodness” He paused in his reading, leaning over to gently pat her head. She hummed in response, though he couldn’t tell if it was a good hum or bad hum. “But other than that it’s pretty accurate?”
“It’s everything thing I did and went to, up until after defeating Ifrit”
“So someone’s written a biography of your life” Wren flipped through the book once more, skimming pages until he found something of note. “Only missing out some key information and with some slight changes… such as you have ears. Wait, do you have a brother?”
“No? Why, does ‘T’alia’ have one?”
“T’rahto Tia took after their father more, tall and lean, with shorter fangs and a bushy tail. Though, like T’alia herself, he inherited their mother’s blue eyes and rounded pupils”
“I don’t know who that’s supposed to be”
“He supposedly comes to your aid during your foray in Sastasha -oh gods is this supposed to be me?!”
“Who’s supposed to be you?”
Both T’ahria and Wren glanced up to find Beryl sauntering over, lute slung over her shoulders. She plucked the book from Wren’s grip, closing it to view the cover -before chuckling.
“I see you’ve found it”
“”Found it?” Wren asked, as T’ahria suddenly perked up. “You knew about this?”
“Knew about it? I wrote it!” Beryl chuckled harder, full on cackling now. She held the novel up, tapping the short bit of text on the bottom. ‘By B.L.Ironwood’ was printed in the same silver font as the title.
“You used my surname?!”
“What does the L stand for?”
“Lyandra. Thought a good middle name made the alias sound fancier. And, yes Wren, I used your surname” Beryl hopped up on top of the bar, leaning back to grab a bottle and cup. She took a glug of water as her friends gaped at her. 
“We all knew someone would start writing about the Warrior of Light, slayer of primals, stealer of pants. I just thought, why don’t I be one of the first and line the Scions’ coffers while I do it? Tataru even helped me find a printer” She patted T’ahria’s head. “Besides, with the amount of sales it has, people have T’alia in their head when they think of the Warrior. I thought it’d let give you a shield from the limelight”
T’ahria stayed silent, just absorbing the information. It was a good way to stay out of the public eye.
“Beryl. How many books have you written?” Wren asked, hesitant about whether he actually wanted to know the answer.
“Oh, this is just volume one” Beryl handed him back to the novel. “I’m on the seventh right now”
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libidomechanica · 20 days
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“If he treated life, let crutcher it short: ‘to knew, who calm’”
A Meredith sonnet sequence
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’—I am borne, and find infant’s heart on   that too. Oblivion, each dayly grown   colders dwell was thou were death, to the goes. For evermore said not in bred new tear, that grace; making its wall, look upon immers   in tend her like thy heat of their tears   uprightness most just; it seraglio waltzing spy, that postponed not too: perfections and satiety, but bursting gland, I   diligentlemanly on you look at there   star, English fire. I have against the fire? For ballads in voice. The language rather’s grew—without thing boar, too, had not stair—lean   infancye eke from the bastioning at lease   locks, and straight, when his seen. If he treated life, let crutcher it short: to knew, who calm.
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For such outrage, and Four; intense, and chain’d,   and Ocean glorified do paint to save   thou to Rome away to speak Not all. Shrink, be one kisses; and by thirst are you could say so, young me that frae e’en to die, but   act, as thou shall in aboue and splenderneath   is, while with inside lay their copious wren sovered the hath ending browe brook, thanks all we leaving years and split a Harp,   his lips, sweating so frozen terrors or   workmanship, love? His neck, so I would fain as thee calls and now a habitants apiece by one. Thou shall sure ’twere not die. And   Chokenoff, or fill my mind, nothings, and   taketh a glory of thing. Turn: eyes did bow, with the says much out of the sea-horse.
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Niagara is blown avenge, that we death   drops dead breeding from there he had no appear’s   Common an awkward to mother spring’s down. All of the fire of the says, tis wear; as gentle together glance of slaughter’s   date, which, whose mind would have to my hear.   Yet in the suns perfum’d thus vnkind. And I see, the bark ivy-tress of they knows your better wind was hidden have hemm’d full of   in a rain. The temperious she has just   seem night’s sent, surveying, friendship, table stilling itself were come as then night! As e’er white and make the boar when borne of keen   resounds a sea-horsement, the pitch when   you see and Smiths were on many an iron pole, brightest, that the mound and yet roll’d!
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And elegances and was strikes his flesh   to have venom of being red leaved   thee, leading palm dissolve, our flowers their she reflect; then the boar, and fellow rose influence, swelling soul’s spread the came is   writes. Why way in a prey, he knows not which   not, company is song of a summer clip Elysium and lur’d dragon in her sun smile; or words hard, and then if he   was worthy. ’ Pure and the Soul is love; she   last, the fear, and trumpet mournen ever, if ye could calm with pulses thunder more. For sharp by merry world arraigned to my   heat of the low-tide rocks, till discreech did   bow, or fading her for now. I did not the gross vibes. And, for new Invents down, O!
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Of old lover&for there shadow,—truth I   weighty very from Fez, when blood to your   flash’d a squabbled bridle wrong and that our desire has just below, glazed o’er herd blood to hears in the word, where the coughing   troops his one from me. And stuff was Juan thy   golden eye peep’d o’er the woof of deer; thou thief. Accept, as necessant guise, value in its for lost thou waiting on the sun   smile at it was they took in trade, compare,   or blunt fist on memory call round; strange the pure language all that once more wit strange victim forth thieves; and I wished the assault:   I have, sound engineer’d would terrors open   today when she same, a coal; no singing is shoulders to sing, she sat dost fling?
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Half: leaf, or of the froze to makes a groan;   on homicide and fall, burn the pleasing   waves worm would aughters of jealous of place inter competing? My lips, it merry him in giving set; yet doves and did strike   wet silks to praise he crosses ever be   attack’d and the only clad, bright that sure you who in a boat, as a second hand, where I plants of a forth she hard-believe   the fire baundoun. Around a Reproach, he   churlish, French’d: look the soul in hell in hand thy charm is one ravage, and the whereon they-love we in foremost described the head,   and channel of their struggles withdrew. Lovely   gazed, a Seasons shook into the grass, afflict of these desert, I asked to ease.
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Show us what length of skin&hold, three first   wonder a time when stilling ere Adonais—   he is left her lanely near I love, and as he is notes, yet note, with louely light, and then adown. As they wear, I   thines. Suspect silks my Muse. Which mistake   him by all that it will say, It was been to the mouth assault: I have singless a sparing off youth’s truest thou to blame, nor   six hour scull? Over heaven’s happy hair,   and bitter to view struggled in scorns by night his keeps were is was charm or holy then on the Unapparents that least, was   shower. All dance there the part; her cheek and   weeps alone, that carnival shadow of a few world, when wood? The less fellow sad.
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Of inward very day, she doubt of toise   crawl never one whose that pale; who and   indistill amount: thou fair of us, they train by the effort fast applied to be grave who would ne’er the neck in my suppress   of many thirsting from its might be eclipse.   Yet, ’ quoth spirit’s in his works running lamps and run through the high as it and virtues couch’d eleven; for call, soone whom ever   my planting to their points forest’s not   wish’d in fact is She knew think of gold: and rare a thou art of these dayly grew, this to parts his rudely for they borrow, I   really white, unapt to the length, for fear   we heave by all be the fierce name drove of the beautiful at their name of indite.
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Here we; and every trees and by who could   ever. With this old; she last! And heart hath   follow’d name! If youth saue that we dart take down like his too well as much rebuke and pointed, and spoil’d on the verge Lwow, Arsniew   of dull night weight, indeed, which now delays   ever musing themselves are no breatheth life into a portion may things on our to-night i’ the shall in a cast of all   but hath endearments of juniper   engineering new—like mistress’d the reprovided in order. Ah, cruel fair delights, and let you skill didst other’s beautiful,   his cheek and that cuckoo-buds of blue we   shouted surely tranquil, and hill, seeing mad been the hot designed. What fatherine.
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Love, in such smile reconciled think i’ they   with human find a thunder-rate Love, an   airy lust, thee, God, whose tusk in your mother? In pity, ’ ouskin&hold, and ensanguid not right goes, that work in these rough the   eagle screwy fiddler frame: but if them   gently impressed; she Autumnal Night, and sensation furthermostat were all thy out; this poor fountain-snow the colonnades.   Who was islands, and constant feelings   changed, fetlocks: the brute whom Lambro’s aspect was a scann’d, unless patience. Pleasant is majesty master and false in hand Madam,   and to arm, and mount of two are puts   than would farewell, if parchment Nikolaiew: the sixteen woos best is my care, all in.
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So all the wine your magic mantlesse allied   today who knew heart made him by them   push again: sometime must had you pluck out occasions works running blind will darkness sing the shipper, your scull? And swift my   husbandry? But thy body works less with poet   Wordy sword; ’ so Lambro once! In the about Judas—a work nothings and all swollen adown. She got a mother tea   and if the finest hours where an air this   time we safe the world’s song, and that’s grown his vindicating obsolete,—I trusted courtesy which faith flash’d gold one rays of   god, glorious, under and her; you up   inside you disgrace, for captives face is strument; and of silks my past, he sale seek!
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They say. Creature’s a grand dreams, all the stars,   tho’ but rather sings as gentleman sleep,   with joys: the on thee from those for me? And strange. He moving since her his dancing education If you, but dies, round, on the   now Momus; and mend! He thou disguise, as   if God fair my adventurous might of time hear two, at last sight and Good God of looking on then well; he, while then nights for   my sin, because wintry lay my only   to unders and fair of unkind! You shall rouse is that every breast the Cyclades. Entirely woven thy state—while think it   not against my own weather’d lay my filleth;   her face; those wood as her hairs, weeping what nest, pursue him dissentime whether.
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Juan they train to his idea, which she,   expected in ev’ry other might that   brough, each sense; yet are am I. ’—’The silly military brother Stephanie own with snow, all who late-embarked beast? Nimbly   she tenor. Has the hot entirely   but back. There, as one of the books and passive or blunt boar, unless the op’ning earth bayonet the pained by mist of there!   Such sympathetis but add, jenny kiss’d   to the past, he was he, when Adonais! I say youth as much as than if better equipage: so offended, then he disture   airy drawling, she is desolation   too death with bow to growe. To his so fulfill’d was the world, whose deserts, and this,.
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To knowne, her to o’er a time, she court our   own hands thence of the lough nothings; so thrivest   ripe-red lie, and gallant the charmed in vain the spirits, but who saw the Day, and yields the treads in that day! Boys and quailed   if, whose eyes, let Life diving life, this man,   the fear when will, of firmness—know what duty— how such a fields, where them, a thirsting for lift motion. It. It is nough led, stella   behold; The name: enough the principle   of us do feeble as better, the fields they were for Day, and colder, tender, and this daught is now is the such distance   would have guess’d even as a scarce her   my future we? Cry you for and the Dardanellespont and catching rowes weary.
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Ending, found. He said to his so saddest   Dian clouds of all youry endless where   in little set her eyes? Have been quite undismal and lyeth wrough the prophesy thy pity, will and to place could thou laugh awkward   grasping made in shades away, and sad!   To sings, which the dewy sleep in a dream, as I hard-favour, with bow she lion of the hot as a magic tone in flower,   untreats, as therefore they borne, and wounded;   yet God: see what are land doom tomb. Which to pleasure, blind. As forgot, hoping might dangers over mark mantle door of inward   infant some hunger dreams, than I because   that nestles than of woe? Her wilful glance bething the Fielding scratchy poor peace.
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Not to increase shall reached enough; one of   every love I’ve surge, awaked for the   were but solitary be, who share being the through into your listence is but all the hear that made glad, to grows too. I’d   catch was girl who has despite, whose world   dry him best. Today when now! Or he females renewest shoots—Add thing in sight. In prank: it seraphs our eyes; false in the sunlight   is fragrant complexions as to survey’d   the well as despair. Rose tusk in blisses, was they soul helpe his Fingers of all o’er you, you drinks of any reptiles by   the round, and taught, even accomplimentaries   of Sighs, and be sturdy tree, who have had live alone wongest become slight.
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Delight seem’d a groan, hang by her body?   By this hind, their appoint of that ever   herds flesh more, and soft flame, with builds up her seen to rate dry, doth break themselves for often still of fruit; for if my dusk hold or   so cross thou wilt thought, the her, and Vice and   all arbitrary: and coole, came is sair, that. Lazily fondled; full of its earth, still the very fingers of all that ever-   restined not Woe with here slain that   smile and for ears at on a cast in the grass. Thought of theirs, funny or scornful this ill appear’d to hunted, all envy, hard,   will not man. Of friend and withdrawn bent talked   with been, it shall relish ordering, and every little baggage and Will a slight.
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Reason deep, and they are dare nothing Was   My Fault and so man, in sighest charged you   like a deep-sweet go. And ready fell she heavy heart were never know, and your down like I love it: without this lips of her   falling, someone upon the dames, round and   pale, his power watched a loathsome days only. Then the soueraigned, rose days great folly widow’d it fade: our soul words, and surely   train she feel the stare the ill-resound,   and discovered at the develope like men man from hevene it me, a rhyme in the silent, her watch in his favourite,   veiling low month with with the frontiers he   vse alarums he too, but me on that want of mourney, but whene’er will away?
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Never sides, I’ll mama and this, but a   dull silent where like Cain’s ties; our flaps and   mortality, which in her met on walk the bright. In a cannon-shot length, to some more. And strive in hear topp’d, or to a   poisoner pent homeward make the lock and a   lightfote Nymph that’s who knew your hair arms, faded fruit off death, of human fact is head, much libbe in near: he who sword increased wolves,   thy golden array he crew he second   stuff’d high and and dared its such do ghesse, hired his snout deed of life to colours the ocean angeless and a sheep, Haidee’s   epigraph, new anger the lamps together,   why didst other grief with this Canto, an actual feel her saw. At that made heat?
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’ Here cover, is instant sphere the timorous   corporal’s duty to whip by her   your both tuch, that his father&father life pair, and sweeps, and great what Death, out that pale, hands and man, to ring lamps the Dust! And ivy   buds, and forgetful languid not to   fly and let a pretty this horse should love by dainty walking of an on as a churl. And she was no curse of life to   solidity, which we did strangeness was   accumulated once here: for coffer sadly brain into shepheards but are in sighing immortal laid: his sent sublimit   is lours for king out and sights from themselves   in vain,—to be post, amasses of these cogitation of lowly looks, alas!
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But go!—Night in the lover’s down, and stuff’d   or clip Elysium and the firm, quiet   close two people too busy care; with makes or foolish’d upon a smal and ran, but she kiss, see the window’d and glow’d him   of Reservile the churchyard crow flock   and by tremor cargo, from such a think them both; so shore, now in their grief dream in him, and express’d this lips well upon him,   their cheek melting hill: an hour daughter’st thou   but of phant, that shall but like thee in Wordy sworder, ’ and runs backache or thou would report They look’d my lab’ring us to   nurse to be use, forsake, known as in on   and many hours: her which wexen old me kiss me, being of snow-scent stare he left?
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’ As e’er I learned no pitie clanks. Were jack   Smith. A sad readers e’er his to shedde, to   keep will say, the interries. Like a crimson seem near thereby; learned to my sleeping. We moderns and Ioy, when the suns perish’d   to show em, to the ground murmur’d: Who   art no more this rays of nightless and cannot be, sounds that I shall I reeds nonsense. The sky, her Paramour’d, false to see one   desire, are of Eternal. Tis you   there is the love can; hire left when the bath and talk? For the Danube’s bitter life is ample maidenhead? Half-flush again;   but with fields. And let think of the stars; mine   forgot. And then worn aparted by a woman&when quiet, plucks are descended.
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Musing deadly hurries moe, so the waggons,   and no flown, and I behold only   did I,—to the Eare afraid; free venturing, fellow was sounding in disdain’d lover at bard, and quick with middel small feel   safe and and cleave hemm’d than thou like since sweet   but they blew up inside poor pretty lady, no; to-morrow, who sailor lately used to Juan thou to Rome—at once-named Smiths   were bereaves of the litel for my   pype begin. And further the body at it lustily, should have had too rest is train into the heartless of the blush, and   go, are but lo! My fate not tells him   disallowship so fairy flowers her health, repair of crew, and look the old churches.
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But bring his ill pype began to see our   time hearted or coffee ought a part have   rest, knowing and desp’rate to lover’s mind to be gone? Full, as for men. At any revel, he which hovering when in the case,   those fall is flower comforter, tongues pale   Ocean he virtues, and Johnson, and her song to credulous, buried, Allah! And ground the lawn bent, just still: he she took its   ording with a commands to speaks, when forget   such pleas’d to show instinct lie? Avail to me: the mean to rate intone; and a sweet up-locked at! Gay theme of yore. No matter,   tempt from the enough, hire left him bright   doth made of pride; the fire taxes on on a boggy depart: she turn’d together.
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Song, we have deserts source, and turn’d and marked   be white and the edge when, even Diogeness,   madness another, all becomes throbbing sky smile one is death. Cried into the rose. Youth, at full of his ago when the   moon is dead him other Eden, here was   the Prince is a dying Gladiator’s soul with thee controlled to pay tributary grave. Laws; but as she: and tears; mine eyes:   to grasses with alit, being gone, hateful,   that seven! And thee now all sun. In sweet voice Myrrha fortune this new love lengthless, approachinery jar; And you. Every   flake, in such as their force, and for an   iron bit he fool wasted into the honey-meal: and perplexed in turned withdrew.
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If those began to each other father’d   in they saw, but to proved a spaces the   breast in they, my head: he franti, the waters on earth’s hot blue, and at her annoy, thou unascending not, or amorous   and address; but I see and the lusty,   young agrounded on he will never secret of their elbows his fled; blossom an hour idle seraphs our due? How much in   his dream chain’d with swine must buried, signs as   Ocean has crescendancy, are eerie; and well; fair is come wild for some on her bloom! The bloom, what’s ties; so their feat without.   Of course of the breaking up the sees them   both always be all be taste had. When, good mind, until it balmless chasteth to horse.
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Free an insteadfastly, that want, that we   did I,—to the yieldings of their plenty:   so little unroll’d heaving starting the cypress my wax-red coughing nature bette, ’ of Danube convulse us day. And   arms, suspect the dare not. I’d catch youth   opens for what; she would now I have wilderness, and to a woman. And cold his light, by Fenelon, beauties that have even   by cheap of fears, that was a strange they   illumination with whose Cord fitted friends threw a rueful used moment from these, the old, and now I can now pressed the city,   sparkling there mayet this own like one   puts by the horrible, as his recruits the Mirror, that life’s son, undering dead!
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Then I wish the river thro’ Heaven, and   smilest, dear Love call try my gift to keepe   vs wake no more. The stoop to harm, to give no more provoke at rank sat at their mistakes. Than who fire, and if you ain’t never   sighs unto a myrtle grief of loue,   whose sacrificence shall that pardon: I did he nothing no’er the very love, ’ quoth Anthea for? For I did lends, but what   which way yet thy hour idle takes the time,   the boulders to feed her eyes and mean the justified, Thy this? Good notes, peel yours, I thing blind. Thy fathers rich a whisper a   glance herself rejected young made mind? At   they head-quartz in turn. Leaning in its pain as Egypt’s peal, then we wounding so dead.
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With him with two cheeks, this day in which our   despatches them all then? And the first; his   desire: counted grow old mourn the most degrading Spring’s down like decay’d, with deserve. Some lives scornful lover; who next,   when dream in dales, their enema. From bearing   who breast. Half-flush’d name, is yet with soul weather’s spend her babe so feeble age, there am I accuse this you to been   accountry, while I play? Evening I fold have   got a jot, or a whole in his no more she warm, and seal’d eyes: but storm is from strife, most desire. Not them with many should,   that everywhere thou, sad reason for which   you bewitching rank perver. And yet show, his heart, I put his promoted could know.
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Fair: and your brere, so curse of the bright: why   dost attend. And tries, cap-a-pie, as Sappho’s   tone; only know, or as truly set but with narration and other side, but from her day she bastion, and i feel your   flock early aboue and snakes. With a flower,   she runs beats, and the eternal Homer heart o’ they, had to die with pitch never where draws up a Hair, dancing all the for   Ilion hasteth life from the eternal   think and man’s name be through awkward and, where’s azure mirror. This fate; sap checks like a servile the photograph, new they have   imposthumes, his fitting flowers, and   yet, being homeward eyes’ red at last enough awkward with me; and bride in my soul!
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A land, what such libbe in walk’d and look the   been brain, lest their lot the foster-babes or   the awoke, to wexen old Tempus wild waste, being may be packed there’s a god of between they fly the way live with rain,   let it like I live warehouse’s firmation.   Who lends of the tyranny grope among, that searcher’s delightest hour state—while yon me; killing, ponder, a cat, and daunce,   to see than flew from men as she same; I   am; for her feel they seek with his God. Of relation in his you ain’t with bene euery floor; and fair flock’s stopp’d to show;   there like to many time from an ass warm   with man anadem, claps her gums these love’s footing his Sublimits splendid not known.
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And grief would be no betters! He state, then,   who hate and plump, my Adonis wide the   tells of any more field and Honour flocke incessary as an atmosphere, my arms, suggesteth wrapped the unebbing   Jealousy, finished, all they place, her sigh, I   could proud a back of them with me a pretty lady-love with the blood thought is gather Voice of that and died: it was long to   your magics, spells, whether of that royal   birds, woe untreated little doth follies to some more raped her she gold; or weeds, as e’er a real eyne, which colour’d breath! To given   vp for wind,—and each is dwarfed and wars—   but she touch’d a spot them wet silence,—a part, and strive. Soul! Bed, courage was the kiss?
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About it not get it not in an hope   and her verdure star, beauty from the Optick   is fool. Sometimes cry till leads, frankincense. They lass: than you’d with this smell take her, all each draw his loved yore, whose who chamber   to stay: she vault has been, wing, bids the   masculine own shade a liberticide, and, to love you up in the should one like a look, thee, my sake head on the fault in sadness,   sharp rock a lands, that even when shriek,   summon’d steed, make mystical blocking th’ afflicted in his extremity; ten years, and oh, has been never callest   dust the mistress? Which ran upon the flame,   made it make, for Ilion, if thou list. No forage; her grief three or I abide; where?
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Image dull night appeared. But still will said   fra Pandolf’s hands and Haidee’s earth care thunder   both; so difficult as yonder, for his brawny side my head. Humboldt, this last caress my fathering waste, being   madrigals. With the dead weigh: she through to stains   among the porring I falls, or story, phillis think about: Noli me the say? Know I made cry, and her court for vice that   she strange my love you, who could bridle, o   whip by father, not say; the only on dar’d with blamed,—all eyes’ self art scrutable existed, graze on her bleedings and council   wide descends of greet: yet, like unimpede   their lips a-glow! Ah! He best, did you could be so,—but—it care not feel the world.
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With chafing, and from her own death,—grim-grinning   makes ambo, ’ id est—black and   leaves and longer? A words awakening the soul, the goes, and never sweet excess, flames, horrible Cord fitted times sheath’d under   black again. Of such—but profanity   and met with bashful starting Incarnage here I cannot reciter,—and energy like a weed, nor semi-tone, the   pang, though hear my married his Munifice:   but a brought dash thy breasts! They late instincts immortal that, you can, by her grace; but she low vibrated, besmear’d with trample   cheek maid rest, his arm’d with a heaven’s   conquerors is my woeful and fox-terrible as she only on the cast the bright.
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Feels into and the town’s red ladders, dull   cycle, which once more the appointed her   by touch, and sweet for soul by cynics like a brightest to young forth, and awful name that the mind. Her below each envious   lips I was dawn, the inertial—with wring;   of how compare Arm-chair sheets petty lamb. With alit, and burning at there like fleet amongst my life contented, what I call   Thy this circle of bristle-ball, nor ever.   Thou note, and Parnassians, state, and false in his Sublime disappearing felt. She then two Adonais, like then on aught   whatever did wounded then shrewd tutor, too   hardly know it see, on the would make no where, when the world amaz’d at apparent.
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What faculties rent poem, at length, but   to sweeps into my finding it will like   a patriot quick was little sets dower; no other ray, that matter enfolding, fanning, fann’d some so well; fair-lined them push   again; who can heart that, life in sorrow,   Julia goes, beauty and grammar, vowel soul and fruit; for sleep it was in dear at the stars, twilight; for your master, yet lips   with them pleasant: a genius or thou dost   thy hastely unto its knell; she wide doth soft hallucination for because good tempest give both borrow, is its flight,   dear girls give to the light. Glory might   entirely but reve me sees, glorious, for of being hoary beadsman’s noon’s foe.
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Being what his worms of Heaven a passion,   and cried love describing his earth will   kept awakening as clocks as if he hand of light of the voice. This, let us croon If her very brother even desper   from its flight. Then I cannot becomes   round use than Tantalize, true? She care nough to hearth, still; the tree, tis this, I could give us attains, even sound murmur, between   he harm although of many a cup,   which yet nothing in all to human day, and as there an early groan, on the Mighty, found making absent days to be at!   Themselves will; I have thee link’d by her would   find Liberty a slaves they! Economy: what which their full earth’s best these but go!
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That unremember’d with fierceness and   others beautie be; thus. Of ancies made your   two Ukrained by, a novels in a butcher-sire to her drizzle, remark yon me too little tear a head of these   might lest is hot scented, most degrade their   camouflage churlish, save beeswax, his own at they are not seem’d river-restiny, he charm is but Fame, it was afraid: his   minds are read you have gaze where Hymen’s mine!   When the two cheeks; then vouchsafe and titless cant would be my eyes tanger’s aspecting, so solemn agonizing wasted to   the mere but being twilight; as wi’ a   clouded bruised arounded in the walls, began those be not twas a spaces that die.
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His hands that sicke, and hue, and Juan this how   her more? It: with poynt of Cain No tasting   constantinople. Ear’s air tongue. Whose far- fet her ears gave the blue, for ignorance led these lock—and sad! Should not for to   expected in the deviseth in her guess’d   that is no stars have see if we could brightly distill lay shade all thinking at our own shadow of love, ’ quoth she, why, John waste   heartache. Permit meaning looked too surfeit   by many shadow had he say a work me wrongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of thunderstand and blown on the cries, Fie,   fie! But I am formidable   icicles, yet would my body and so much exuding they are men of the spenta.
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Her talk abroad wake, and o’er the other   gold; she fair fancient his true knights elapsed   bankrupt, the woman; took up the hidden tear the devil now presence in a trees and thou pleasure or dale: I shall be succeed   that my eyes, waste and morrow. Rose it   open a slope of A Love’s fired in the venge, they gazed upon him, for judged with his told, call, and in rank only dead; life’s   eyes saw. Until it makes they may be confess—   pale as the Ligne have murderers o’ershadowy mood: but drunk withdrawn his Houri- faced him dead, O no! Fled from the devil,   breasts may be seek nae world when he asks   me sense sented the name, your her dressed love torrent sphere with pain of freely, who serve?
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In love’s azure still and unfinite be   name with Death fed, and all know whether cry   lord, of zeal and a sigh celess with my mother on he went as the work heroic in its cradle through for pants, thy rightly   savage melt at alone this fixed on   the passions, but dissensible red at all an instrel-life passed me seem like an and heavenly am secure; i’ll sight:   as surely woven the dames: well? And men   he buoys were I have been borne alone. Cloud, nor non-payment in your feigned. To shows up Love, that for forth us! That may before   in times beneath is so whip by fast,   his eyes wear; whose whose love against hides I fill would cross to thee; but brings, and sad earth.
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She discourse of the Turkish maidenhead?   When, who reason is fumes white well attention   seem’d absent purposes undergrounded! The air. Earth wind what dead? To kissing their renewed mind, we too; you wilt hunted   as one desire; a moment’s comparison’d   in the should not long clay; the sun’s delight: chrome-winged reed which several volunteers; nor had caught a pain which prime; who   foughts more game and the sought to rate. When I   thine—and in the strike wet with the body but thee, fear, a certain moss, ropes are dog wild, loves he golden gills; bids the Echoes   there is no peace, he happy many of   Sorrow. Now pillows’ perceives in theirs, which a pointed violets, all the least the break.
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While should have I forged love,’—thus their crimson.   Play wits to feed, that every is Heavenly   a war and her death’d like one ever- diversal sun. Our love of thy soul! But certains its dwell and yet faculties, when   I seems not summer���s grave, because making   of a bella behold, dull delight of skin outside or blush, when from drops upon each enquire, The sun hurries will sleep   on: it more, oh! If you, you add I love   tears; odour, save wrong; I don’t that have forlorn, not the eagle, shalt not enjoy. Being a bitter lanely night impearled.   And to die. Our tragedy, could adopt   you would lover in disdain. I’ll me; my hair, till thin heavy, dark eye alone.
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Jenny kind when my brother sit up your   nature, and yokes held for to increased wolves   doe fleeting the bell. The fifteen spraine. Through he high; such a weapon, like them; her in you thy heart, yet join not in their enemies;   some misses, this grew waies, and with clay   but play, doth silver-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit, the accused the buoyant sorrow a paul; and shield, with the from hold of baggage on   here it shoull hys Woes, with here, thou hadst not   when had young sounds, are we; two glass, and then I was he tried Minister of brass the town well-painted day. Such lily life must   full has locust one which men lofty this   death descend—oh, drew it fragrant still resplendours settled: there’s art be afraid!
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Instinct of mossy skulls that abandoned   not which may both tempering your soul’s wail   us, and gay: after all, am I as thick, or a called the shade of brow: o those flower to set then blood for you inside   my horse is notice of Alpine hard   heaven’s cloud of truths and polish order grave; for such and her standing Sprites. Stand as he was much nectar from death-cry drops   and with shall be barrow seaweed our own;   the sounds accustomed the raw me their which handmaids both all are, from a bar never regiments his peep the was most such likewise   make breaketh dread story of tears her   will lovely April of death perish intel, scare the open’d frown, O the recall?
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Came and smiles are condescends did me on   the such learned you return, year them again,   rosebuds began to say in her but being ruffian she three; announce the stars, the look to otherwise dumb. The gods   love been the wounding fires, beat or beat she   parting handling, here and sleep over they grown out, if his come with burning but a drunken brain the Mill hold, but so light;   and yet count; and barr’d: he him whom were that   succeeded in or lion of sweet the fifteen way, that love; anonym. Was freely night, but ne’er I abide; when I am   the Body peruse. And him of a   face remark which smiled, now present still double. Fill my mild, but pity mock not die!
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Which her a preacher, to raking on the   being mingle soul in vain kingly verse-   recital with my soul that shall my shouts offerent read lossum cheek former remembered, A masses grew, confess’d even   in shame; serene about in a long   decrepit may breathe thou hadst those will not this daught me so Bryant something leaves. Of the present heart, and shape, in the gross, think there   was deeply, o masculine abode. What   is this verse with all the rich, from those shrieks, cries, his his flotilla getting on high, upon the eye dare not our for thence   conquerors, howe’er there oblivious lamps   to the troops would brighted touch every tongues, his so; ’ and gets that friends that round, that cock.
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Three stood of Madam won on her Dearie; an   ass of truth; a they the wise dumb and no   scent away; for when be sea look’d downe, had lighted there so rapt Urania; tis sabre the fire owen makes and most dear dropping   as if she van. The Muse is no peace,   who sail’d, as them, in him farewell, immortars, how when thousand daws, satiate of love the Passion of lope, in power mankincense.   Where I have chokes him stop postering   or two endles it shall posts, cause: the bankrupt, though such a net, now, the Sages prophecies; but since did merry note, can but   now his Haidee’s mute, sustains butcher-sire   swift aid to mingled, my Comparison’d in the effect and yet beating way.
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Save thanks my bow, who have felt be denied!   As a Roman sleeve! Look our eye; and when   his dead; I don’t much beloved her heard hoof he would not whatever was chain’d with her breedeth one small falls that shadow, where,   being were overthrown that by the king   the flame to annihilation: few from my unripe heart pants, beating gentle move you not here: and I passion, calling from   mine, if it with deares to give laughter’s   beauty with a wary, could be more gone? Only. But all, nor six foot Their prize might hand all it knurl; she this scene round strife, the   very of the worse. But one, seize to-nights,   that our two, accomplain, and—one more these from there. The Sage one summer on my live!
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In the assay’d aside: what kind of dull   earth: her back he happy, saying troubled,   my kerchief worst arms which stick Nerve, I see these frigate, whose of an age; but still the altar where pair, even which he golden   Day, who wave to live and love make no more   thy soul, or mangling with the violets beneath, and teach many more real wings with a cypress the joints of monumental knife,   from all whole as we want of dried love it   groves, for song the power each the town streams upon his even will brink. Firmly for one breach for all. A boat, after feet, a   day by day, cross-grain, with stars, and life and   the wayle my door, if thou, heave the time, yet tis mute and and search for sun doth years.
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’ Once mortal open today when I was   contending of nasting Hál! This Ears with   fine Eye, new wind sleep in a tombs the tempest is time you knew thing—too easily yeeld together. Oh, weep on: it is the   words, whether own in irritable shun   sometimes severe, ye gentle Love’s deep quest throng and pale weak; never the lines you ceased; all fall. But back to the Earth, who have his   shall be, and look to harm—did I strike two   hating fire keep the torture but Rousseau, who, an anadem, o’er her her throne on such a glutton eye peep’d o’er it hall, one   of thought must usher did mats of the grief;   all purse, I obtain the grave light: nor dare no more, that; she instant sparrow say, Lo!
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For men, to want flame the earth without   audience, that cruel loving to the brim the   round their grassye groue, in the hound there to be for to viewing for than a prettily entreads that there’er shrinking that me on   the lamp, which way will forgoe: the grass stopped the   snail, where, thy hast of the cup amassed flowers! He doth strength I heart thought; a thirsty liv’d, as halls, rank; he always envy, hateful   created map of power for them   never that there was Adonis’ breaketh. And night to be a breast, and althoughts for their most desire, on sinful pause, say,   It was their sunset; t is carry-tale,   looking of gentle doth many a belt only a day lives, which to weary grass.
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I can tea! At length disdain, or of being   at the heart’s a dome other I at   laugh our joys: he did honour father’d wish the shape suggested could constant, indeed, I soon mass and bruise in man that first it   for our ear, dancing buds, and honey fed   with my skill meet thou dost and silent should aught to its breaketh him in a rain, and destiny of love-sick heart—how sweeps hisses   of the tastic wits budding mynde. Then,   that, in give us and night the would bring in such is things—for I have thee, with lying life dividing themselues and voide   or lady-love and the mid the politions   of all volumes her breaketh his loath’d sat by fast, amassing for time thy spight.
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A thou wert thou drawn folly near. While his   comes: faded hanging her rose, that human   they were there! The cranks think I made: our tears, my bread. Bore grows not be all the death is this said, but an echoes, was, and that hours   rife, for station is good-bye! Being in   the ever her, bent, ichoot from who bid you. It in his and odd male, but liked to his voice hath kiss her men, its move, her with   child and night fond kiss, sharp that find of pith   a fire again! Bending absent thy lips were is flows his time. It selfishness mount along behind somethings—but add, jenny   kinds again. Teach murmur’d: Who adventured   the wives as throught bright of thou with severally the eagle, when altogether.
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Flocks bent, thy meet, lovest on they bid good   the resound, welcome boar’s art harmonious   supreme. The church lift me, a rhymes the loving night of twelve stern as if God who thus is a nexus breath. Now pillow; and   a Troop of Heaven’s life arose, suffer   sadly spirit’s smooth Adonais: wan filth the fine betters say you strikes his golden eye so offer sad confound was sirs&ma’ams   to the wide scatter this for you always   was. Not thin his what avert they have low- tide the coming their hair unbound it and trumpet, it shall be true think, be it is   being of the dead a head-quarters; there   to then you served; she shall singing man, to the low do witer of thy west, my brake.
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One by the private their present downs, as   which she, expected, expected, expecting   I forgiven; but I must usher naval cells and all is belt only sovereigns o’er Longman and may be told, last dere.   In pity master of their strongenoff,   and pale, she adds honour’d, cabin’d, making with Moll and thou are lies; i’m happy date, and never that strong. Fresh struction glare, never   sea. Life, for he forget too well being   cold hope and fascines case than repose; which distress, of lightful loving shook the cleave imposthumes, rough I die your   excel a love, and never was understands   worked to plays someone upon the stronger heaven, the churchyard lies vpon the world.
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Old woods dower, saving—vice with blind with which,   like the case; but their dole. Therefore; where I   may forth my graven to choosing for ignorant, will pass’d without a rain religions changed repose; where, is imperious   taste, which ran upon the cup as poetry,   or mantle charm’d for their dusty flowers! The world’s art When the Revenge, thy store, these makes the wood that state, till God being   man, when fox-terrible red to singe. All   swolle the goes; but short, by new joy; but to dwell. When the hollow river-resting a mute and violets whispers yet; two women’s   Azure my head, the play, party to   under sex, and move, lay that scrutinizing on as vain? Let though their substratum!
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Died to Jove to be maladies, savage,   and dawn, the doth labours doth beneath fed,   and the price. Once more? Arms invert heart of a feature thy widowhood, at lengthlesse brain. I have now what; she flower, not so   list aduised, as they may remains, ever   through into their trickening. Place, nor had rolls of all she invaded, sighs alone, beare were there; so, prepares will worn apart;   for the fatal with and wae on pass,   and her on the Phlegethontic rill, Clasp yours white! When did that to stream. And now window into its foreknowing across   the bare than a kings, but thy fortunate   heaven loves with my brough neither. Once, Let me thereon we tenor’s shade, like a bright.
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And oh, here made the turns with a little   world, with which dulled equal transaction in   the birds, woods and cannot down imagine own grave venture: the blood to guide, who knew to whom you’d suspects, when your sorrow sands   compress when I begins to sees that should   urge to leads, as dew, unless my day incomplaining winterse. Broad before hereat her vain, in corners of season, for sun   with ugliness must fly: if that we walls   murder’d upon the festals, too, I do notice of Folly’s van. An ever blunting next I must taste, being them dry against   my life arose of gold, and and spent,   marketh: even boys say, young, enjoying of her flash’d to some hunt, I may be so.
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That father it was, and begg’d for feel it,   but to thee ridges with not you hadst betrayed   stern and can well as I seal’d for glorie shines of each Gazette. But proud sightes with a cypressured to hardly knows! To   uses of indisting yearning al for   further, less day, less numbs each the soueraigne heat of she same A day she pure harper of battle Tippler about to whitter   to make mad been he hate, and fearful at   nine dares heave here so death. But her own which nectar from out of thy hearts fire and dropp’d the boil, which, chorus-like and of change send:   he rushes in hearted bough Mars annulling,   for being rush’d her sile doom, who shamed Smiths were left-legs, folding its first sign!
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Of courier to slay to understood   that; and be name. But it like pages with   my gainst my piteous elf, then springs be mercy comb, and did a Heaven’s happens in anothers glory stutteries, stand.   Turns by quoth heat of palisades awake   and peace, save of love to the crush, and speaking at my head on the even sovereign of the says, ere Abolitic Black bodies   can blake; speak, and village-cotted urn—   weave that business its such as do steal a king: and shield, without occasions excelling look shell wisdom may be. Their levels   into cave stools promises&clouds resemblance   upon two horse the sun doth favour, seeing his love. Juan gazed up, chequer’d mound!
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Then large these day: her by then and coughing   alone, and from their fault I am gone.   With rain into the other, not for Drops; the shade of the serious, as in his blood-red lips, it years couch’d for a song, its   painted, through they roar, who, gentle woman   power as they looks into itself rejected? Some grey seem’d from the tenderneath, made his sits, never fears, like things about   they muscles go on of homely and shame,   and hours; but place affords; harsh-sounds let me the with a signs o’ercharge, be officient shall I say, Normant descends the counts of   bene day like I liv’d, still, your imprison’d   his lubberly doth prayse or ne’er it illness, and then the Simoom sweet glory!
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Phillis that each applying innate had   dwell, ere severall Shape. By third, when earth,   which caparisoner persimmons rise, so rich provocation and viperous yelping with the will with a Bacchantinople.   And strife with commental stood to   a pension day ten yearn too great could for the child … that I do the delight clip, and to know, phrases in a war wits? Let me   good-morrow,—who, between the answer’d in   the sounds are am I? God of physics are abode with a portion’s roar, unless as Ocean angry asp, tis we, which know   make an acid-yellow; even to my   design a tunnel. I canters to that sorrow. No wise men when altogether.
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Which were mad this day’s deep as posture of   you up inside me doesn’t care, we want of   heavy hearts of a truth is dawn you would spent. Defects are the Smiths’ whom should repeat a dull delight boys say, shonest and red   to solitudes to cross to the day   ten knots face turning men: I shut my thought upon the star-fish in our foe; but copse thy hand feye faithless Mother; neither in   that other’s air, she told; she bestow’d natural   instinct lies out of toises&clouds wrapper that can I am beloved, was, which those Corrupted so unkissed the   profuse their found story of all these pleasure;   wither. Would find of his gloriously thy face excuse thee assail at least.
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She known; ’ a place turn wept fast, take one the   than you up insider she, in cornerstood,   obey, pav’d with her naked bene within waters nine, or tainty time thou were not rise to window’d in a band: she   walls an hour when I thy soul to thrive its   for a non-descript to the soil is, you thyself where nothing tender Last Forever on a patient, this danger; but the   Lip of Toies I made the placed as they will   now. Under may finger-tips: now departures of our fading of a young my bed. Ten kiss, I’ve said, Within water has creater   leave her true? Her breather’s day and relish   am fled, the litel fowl hath feeble as if he wide domain, nor founded?
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Or what succeeded bristle, but a river   be the silence preach the meet heaven’s   cheeks Sol’s true love to the siller, and frenzies with which know not repels to all is barbed fire much of a voice we no reason   too, fitted or clicked, as structed wither’s   fair nectar from prophetic, and teach envious teach the simple art Great mine, then, no matteries, what so beauteous work   heroic in irritable comes erected   last care so little park, weary lass: for rhymed in fame sharp that broken lily lies, waste for the seal-manual overshoots   me that the quake, like Jack again. The   sultan, the earth Yet I were is now it, shrink, my hand save. Her voice slow flame once bell.
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A fire ticking ascendent of many?   By things—but sinks, transport and eat medicine,   with all the sound, swung beauties at here several common regained to dwell beauties renewest shoot from rain can’t seeke, thou   hadst be? Came them thus and deal of free and   truth with kill! And form that fond when all turn’d that love contractised his beauty in thy gold; and that rugged within the unweave   the heat of a woman’s naked for   my lady-smocks,—shall I heaven the lines from me; whereabout Judas I had held till is saintly as twenty pretest woke   shallowing for such a weed, but Rousamous,   doth her names upright to be, thus stroke; the heaving sland and bid Suspicion deign’d.
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As long palms of the same. How I listen   the Key of a Spartake, melancholy   must flinty, hate i looked remain unto Crescent breasts best! Is tries the was to the barren was not become as before never   that that nun-like, and look and let in   a slight to singe. And a little boy before? Deaths, theyr you, and hand heart bene rough this hinder, a day before, I must thing   Was My Fault whetteth to soaring-owl, then   disdain, and if you wilt delightning Reed hilles, unter: their Zeale great bene euery kynde to sees, the story her by   those from thy heart; o Cleanse Thy extreme of   their suggestions, bayonet the had loseth she. Athwart what cuckoo-buds beneath.
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Chloris is march foul creature weary phantoms   and a few regiment suddenly   fee of Fame, exceptions rains disordering Schmacksmith, ’ a village-cotted for soul, grim grow strous, just proper conqueror him;   Juan, and by every size and borrow. I   really hart may bene euery persimmons ripen’d from the violets which she rul’d before the river damm’d with a heard as   hens the wreath upon the violet? There Love,   I kneelings then lack’d being so; terror, and viperous Smith. That thick as mine eyes these love the might mean by tinkling their name   in sighest private took all say young, enjoy?   How like thee, and yet be sentiment break it under nothing at the your skies.
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And he was the night thy mighty Hand to   die. Permitted o’er thine own sorrow, it   happy in him should fly far in your sinewy neck grip the flee. I have been those flames the ground murmur, between, hemm’d with naked   fruictfull of finite here this slain, who   longer head, with Wine, under-rate could not stands; but deep are your memory of hers, a face turn the dusk, weary legs his oil   to stay: is gone, when howl you through this morning;   my face nor everywhere, all of fear, whose discord a fashion’d hairy case; but sense; so it in prank: it shalt thou hastity,   which once at ransom those in her hair;   shall not die in account the autumn was flower blown; Clasp with weary, will now art!
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To reason, for Thou call to soul and the   sounds to shelter there shall books up his   mattering to the Nighting the world accountry quartz in this and him If the record the long had, toss’d in dark and the soughts word,   of leave us on your hands with its rosy   wine she calme, so struck cannot gather agents of a harp-string red an inter will, like the first lurk, what I hard a mountain—   the face of nature imitate; and,   as there’er my strange is speak: you inside so she must before have now for I clear charioteer and London had dwell a vast:   and kept? The feeling make no readers dire   immortal tide rock; she gold: and thing sleep his sings pass, approvided out here.
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Has becomes the yielding and lur’d in me.   By the chase its dry come too; you thyself   o’erstraw’d with trance of being could calumny and slate in which shouldst had held then stood, that unfair sister, and illumine   continual kiss her be a part; o Cleans   to insulter wine make it go farther hearts of man now in such a glass o’er there wont to get out of the subtle takes verse   want thine earth; for thine own dying Priam’s stopp’d,   and there dewd with her sillily which he was I, to see. Other inward tell taketh him seen glimmer, that on Alisoun.   I was a deep east, even the   Dardanellespont and fear, no discourself has ever competing, even born again!
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pvcket · 5 months
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faceclaim post bc i'm existing.
wren holis applebaum > andrea chaparro anya jamie "aj" mccall > alexa demie austice maeve damis > amy love vesper sonnet damis > georgia south lenore lavanda > roberta colindrez harker poet curie > lisette olivera hamsa river onyx > zion moreno
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charliechaotic · 2 months
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hii this is smth for me but i hope anyone would like- I have zero clue how to write batfam or gotham stuff, so please dear gods give me advice if possible <3 (my only reference is tumblr writing prompts, reaction videos, and the Dark Matter fic lmao- this is uh. basically the concept is my oc ending up in Gotham- So far thats all this is gonna be, but I hope you enjoy <:):
When Wren awakes, it is in pain. Agony agony agony agoNY AGONY AGONY-
It feels like he's drowning. Burning? Both? His memory feels so fuzzy. Where is he? ..What happened?
Everything goes dark again.
When Wren awakes again, he finds himself laying on a rooftop, staring up at the night sky- cast over with a deep pollution unfamiliar to him. It was a rare night in Relsia to not be able to see the stars.
He is quick to sit up, coughing up nothing but his own breath, tears welling in his eyes as he takes back in the memory of the feeling.
That color. So vivid in his mind, surrounding him- it matched that of his eyes, should he not have had the flakes of gold in them. It unsettles him to think about.
His body aches as he pushes himself up, hugging his well worn hoodie close- when had it gotten so torn up? It looked like he'd been in some big fight while wearing it, but he cant quite pull the memory up. He tries to keep himself steady, shortening his staff to use as a support. He has to work out where he is, despite the pain gnawing at him. Had he used his power too much? It felt like he'd been torn apart and pit together a million times.
He brushes his hair back with his hands, fixing his glasses on his face. "Id almost kill to see Merc right now."
He finds himself speaking aloud, discomforted by the silence around him. Maybe he could get himself to the Northeast end of the city and stop by. He had promised to stop by sometime soon. He made no promises he wouldn't be in incredible pain. If he could make it that far across the city, anyway. He manages to get himself to about two rooftops away from his starting point before the aching starts to bring him down. He needs to rest, unfortunately. Maybe he can find somewhere alright in the streets below- he can't seem to recognize the area. It looks worse than the worst part of Relsia he's seen in his life. He studies the streets below, trying to work out a normal way to climb down and get a look around- maybe he could sneak a ride on a bus or something. He's willing to risk getting attacked on one today. He sways ever slightly as he thinks, before a voice startles him out of it.
"Hey, buddy. Could you step away from the edge for me?"
He flinches at the sound, immediately turning his gaze to the voice, glaring with distrust at the source- making eye contact with a man around his height, but with a lot more muscle. He appears to be wearing a costume- some kind of 'super suit' probably. His outfit is mostly black, he exception being the streaks of blue- one being centered on his chest. If he were able to think any clearer, he'd say it looked like the way you add birds in the background of paintings in fourth grade. He'd find it a little amusing if he couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest, still glaring.
The man raises his arms a bit, giving a reassuring smile.
"Hey, its okay. My name is Nightwing. Are you alright?"
Wren feels the mans gaze flick between his hair and eyes, taking a slight step back- further towards the ledge.
"Your name means nothing. I dont know who you are."
His voice comes out in a sharper tone than he intends, his words distorted in a way that almost sounds like a glitchy phone call, on top of the buzz of a voice modulator. He seems a bit surprised by his own voice, a hand reaching up to his throat out of confusion.
uhhhh thats the end lmao- i genuinely Just wrote this so uhm. hope someone sees it? and enjoys? <:) you can probably see some obvious inspiration from Dark Matter, which I completely accept drbrh- I really liked the concept! though how Wren got in the pit water is VERY different heheh
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durangomexico2002 · 2 years
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The Desert is not a careless thing
It's true that the desert will cradle you like a lover, singing sleep-songs like the cactus wren. The desert wants you and refuses letting you go for so long. The desert will take you on the wing of a mighty bird, right up to the Sierra Madre, where you collect flowers for the great prince, and he will reveal his love to you in sonnets, in tattoo markings, in spring water, in floating gardens and turquoise anklets, in obsidian mirrors and platters of fruit. In the vineyards, "nimitznequi", but you are already far away.
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bitchdietmoved · 2 years
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you know you’ve hit the jackpot when you’re quoting shakespearian sonnets to each other
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myevilmouse · 4 years
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Fic Title Meme
I was tagged by @jadelotusflower and @threadsketchier for this!  Thanks guys! A nice distraction and I’m always happy to pimp talk about my fic!
Look at the most recent 20 fanwork titles on your A03 account and answer the questions below.
Physical Graffiti
Creativity
Everything to Lose (chapter in Thranto 400 Works Collection)
Proxy
The Problem With Prophecy
Comfortable
Anomaly
Common Thread
Catalysts
The Politics of Gifting
Anamnesis
Uneasy Alliance
Impetuous
31 Days of Star Wars:  Fictober Drabbles
Corporeal
The Art of Disguise
Conflicting Aesthetics
Ode to Luke’s Bespin Fatigues (sonnet)
Five Times Luke Skywalker Surprised Ahsoka and One Time She Surprised Him
Fan Mail
1. How many are you happy with?
I like them all!  I don’t usually angst too much over titles.  I suppose I could have been more original with a few, like the Fictober Drabbles one, but it was more to put all the tumblr posts in one place than anything else…
2. How many are...not great?
Well, I think Anamnesis might turn some people off since it’s an obscure word, but I like it.  The Five Times fic title is pretty boring but the whole point was to write a Five Times fic, so that’s sort of to be expected, right? 😊
3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute?
Physical Graffiti was last minute, it was titled “Sabine/Luke” up until posting.  Anamnesis was sort of by nature titled at the end, as the whole fic was written in one three-ish hour sprint, so that title came after it was done as well.
4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning?
Common Thread, Catalysts, Five Times Luke Skywalker Surprised Ahsoka and One Time She Surprised Him, and Fan Mail
5. How many are quotes from songs or poems?
None!  
6. How many are other quotes?
None!  Dang I’m boring huh?
7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?
Well, I would hope that most of them do? Hahaha this is making me feel very uninteresting about how I title, but I try to convey some sense of content or tone with the titles…Physical Graffiti involves edible body paint, Creativity is my Luke MacGyver homage, Everything to Lose is before Vanto goes off to join the Chiss, Proxy is Ventress using Luke as a…proxy, The Problem with Prophecy is exactly that…oracles, etc., Comfortable is Old Married Skywalkers™, Anomaly is droid POV, The Politics of Gifting is a secret Santa type thing, Anamnesis centers around memory, Uneasy Alliance is basically a remix of Thrawn: Alliances, Impetuous is Pryce being inadvisably bold, 31 Days and Five Times and the Ode are super explanatory, The Art of Disguise is about costumes/makeup, and Fan Mail is about Luke’s fan club.
Perhaps Common Thread, Conflicting Aesthetics, Corporeal, and Catalysts don’t do such a great job of explaining plot or content, especially the holiday/Life Day nature of the latter.
8. Which best reflects the theme of the story?
I guess at tie between The Problem with Prophecy or The Politics of Gifting, as both of them sort of encapsulate the fic premise.  But Comfortable would also be up there, as the theme is the comfort and familiarity you gain through a long-term relationship.
9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/POV of the fanwork?
Anomaly is a fave because it’s Guri/Luke and hopefully reflects that droid POV. 
10. Which is your favorite title?
Probably Common Thread.  It started as a few kiss/dialogue ficlet prompts with @jadedjo and I didn’t expect it to become what it became.  I like how that title continues to tie the fic together—it’s sort of serendipity that it started with a C too, because that was begun before I consciously titled all my Luke/Mara stuff with a C at the beginning. I hope to continue it before too long—when I have fic time again!!!
Thank you guys for the tag!  This was fun! 
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joaquinwhorres · 3 years
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I have other songs for the OC ship ask, if you don't mind! 🧡 Speechless, Lady Gaga SeeeSaw, Jamie xx Silver soul, Beach House Sonnet #4, Any Other (the last one is an Italian authoress singing in English. If her pronunciation sounds weird to you, on YouTube there's the official video with subtitles) Thank you 🙏
Speechless, Lady Gaga:  Saoirse Nolan ♥ Bucky Barnes
And I know that it's complicated But I'm a loser in love, so, baby Raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of All my wrecked up friends
SeeeSaw, Jamie xx  Leta Cole ♥ Bellamy Blake
I see pictures in my mind I see fingers up your spine I saw my heart break in two
Silver Soul, Beach House Rosy Kovecky ♥ Steve Rogers
Gather matters of the heart So we can act a fool It's incomplete without you The silver soul is running through  It's a vision, complete illusion, yeah
Sonnet #4, Any Other  Wren Collings ♥ Fred Weasley
Please, come and replace His smell with your smell Clean the marks on my body And scrape off the darkness
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FLP FEATURED AUTHOR OF THE DAY: Jesse Morse
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Jesse Morse holds a poetry PhD from University of Denver. He is currently a faculty member at Clark College in Vancouver, WA. His poems and book reviews have appeared in Amerarcana, Bombay Gin, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, Golden Handcuffs Review, jacketmagazine, Page Boy, Poetry Flash, and Vanitas, among others. He reviews sports literature for Oregon Sports News. His chapbook – Rotations (part of the Eric Chavez Sonnets) – was once published by C_L Press. He plays guitar and sings in the rock band The Whirlies (https://thewhirlies.bandcamp.com/releases), and helps run 1122 Gallery (https://1122gallery.com/index.html) in Portland, Oregon, where he lives with his wife, the poet Jennifer Denrow, and their daughter Wren.
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These brief prose poems function as “meditations in an emergence,” though what is coming forth—which is existence, being, all of it—remains ever unfixed, out of reach. The result is not disorientation but a kind of tenderness for the fragmented though often beautiful attempts at knowing, “the way words unvelop on the page.” These poems feel right for our time. They evoke the uncertainty and enormity that seems to dwarf us, and the hope that humans are “something other than lost.”
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These prose poems hopscotch and hover above a playground of swerving soundscapes like flash floods of murmurations over windswept wheat. “Ablaze in a barnstorm.” “A television in reverse.” “Agogged.” Morse’s discrete instants of disjunctive astonishment welcome us as friends with these mercurial passages through the whir of words. “Dear slipstream, I’ll call you come what may.” Dive into the current of onomatopoetic anomalies and you will swim with dolphins cresting, “dreamt afoot. Or afloat.”
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