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46. Family Kenophobia – she shudders at the empty spaces between organs used for Anthropomancy. Damage the memories, forget forgetfulness, or embrace Lachrymiform consciences, she can't decide; there are double Yoghs ready on her lips, she is the yashiki of naissant thought. Narcohypnia seizes her skin. Lambent, she flows incandescently from dusk to day. She is the Eidetic for diviners, and the effulge or effluvium of plummeting Aerolites. When the rain finally breaks through, she will burn like Hapaxanthous flowers revealing haematic petals. Ratite ancestry colors her past, useless feathers on her Halitus, ascending carbon di

 I feel like it's all crashing down around me, like the sky is about to give away and the stars will rain down endlessly; and buildings will crumble or remain as nothing more than sculptures of ash when the flames gorge upon them, gray deserts where there once were cities, barren wasteland where there once were nations; and history will be made and lost, technology forgotten in the beginning of the end; and beauty will be corrupted by the reign of Destruction, whole species eradicated in a single sweep of Her murderous blade, nature unmade by the terrible carnage; and the world will experience its Downfall and suffer all that it is due. I can

             crushcrushcrush CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH the rhythm of your soul the beat of your heart             crushcrushcrush CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH furious tattoo against bleached white bone of ribcage shaking the ground with its inTENSITY breaking the world (me) with its scREAM             crushcrushcrush CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH the sound of planets colliding the eruption of shattering meteors singing in my blood and drawing me near, like a twisted lullaby for my ears ALONE             crushcrushcrush CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH

you're just another face, really. one that smiles a lot. daydreams a lot. laughs a lot. maybe coming time will forget you. maybe the world will lose you. but despite that, none of us will. you write sometimes. and you draw sometimes. you cry butterfly tears sometimes. because you're human. mostly you love alltimes. often in dusty recesses i hide my heart. but your fingers clutch my heart as if they've always held it. always. and of secrets. in your ears, i whisper secrets. you are always there to sooth my darkest fears. because you're not just human. you're my confidante. in life we dance in the dark with the others. in t

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