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The Lost FoolWalking through a garden, I discovered a flower, Unique and beautiful as any other; Strong in her stem and soft in her petals; Impossible to hold and deadly to smother.The Lost Fool
The colors she possessed all of motley, Speak of beauty and strength few can hold; Her scent luscious to smell and heaven to partake, Holding back the secrets that many would find bold.
I touched her leaves and found a mystery of power, And bringing my lips to these pages of life, Found a brilliance of inspiration and love, Hidden within an existence filled with strife.
Stepping away,
by ~TinPlatedHero
The Caged AnimalSam briefly ran his fingers through his hair and watched the family of apes through the iron bars. The male was a huge beast with a thick covering of hair over his whole body, which in the bright light of the noonday sun, glistened like slick, wet opal threads. The female held their small child close to her breast, and both watched him with eyes that could almost be human were it not for the coat of hair surrounding them, which was similar to the male's hair, yet not as strikingly black.The Caged Animal
Sam’s own son ran to his side and grasped his leg. His eyes drifted from his own son to the female ape clutching her own child to her, and the i
by ~TinPlatedHero
StormI stood with my back against the slick surface of the rocks, which reached up the cliff, and felt the sand under my feet and between my toes. The storm had come up with little warning, and the rain fell in warm drops, against my forehead and the bare flesh of my chest. My eyes had been watching the surf roll in slowly as the rain was coming up, but as it did, the waves began to pound against the sand of the beach even harder. Lightning flashed bluish-green in the distance, and my eyes drifted to Marietta's form spinning in the rain, her long black hair weighted heavy with rain and stuck to the light cotton chemise hanging loosely around her bStorm
by ~TinPlatedHero
by ~TinPlatedHero
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old crows are all the sameThey crowd the table, perched on black stools. Like ravens, they grumble, caw and predict the weather denounce the politicians chuckle over the folly of youth and solve the world’s problems Over coffee and donuts tea and biscuits green tea and dangoold crows are all the same
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- Current Residence: 3 humans and 4 felines. . .
- Interests: Too many to mention simply. . .
- Favourite movie: A Beautiful Mind
- Favourite band or musician: Seraphim Shock
- Favourite genre of music: Gothic Punk
- Favourite artist: John Martin
- Favourite poet or writer: Walt Whitman
- Favourite photographer: MichelleX
- Operating System: Steampunk
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- Shell of choice: Tautologic logic puzzle
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- Skin of choice: Thick, yet supple.
- Favourite game: Analytic
- Favourite gaming platform: XBox
- Personal Quote: "The sea whisper'd me"
- Tools of the Trade: Silence, Exile, and Cunning
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Though we're dead a thousand years, still men can see how beautiful you were; I, how much duller, and yet how far from a fool in loving you... Michelangelo
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Though we're dead a thousand years, still men can see how beautiful you were; I, how much duller, and yet how far from a fool in loving you... Michelangelo
[link] IS MY BATCH!!!
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