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DoomsdayI saw you on a ship, and I will never see you again. How magnificent that moment was: to lie and gaze upwards from the bow to watch you so uniquely weave your way through the stagnant crowd. Your brilliant, flawless surface would form the perfect portrait for my paints, the ideal image for my lens, and an insurmountable entry in my sketchbook. But if I were to place your existence on paper, how could I reconcile with myself? You revealed yourself to my eyes alone, and to reveal you to the rest of the world would be nothing short of betrayal. Instead, I simply request to be granted that whDoomsday
by ~makou3347
CollaborationWell, Fate, we find ourselves at odds again. Me, helplessly at your mercy as I freefall towards the Earth, the callous ground magnifying every second while my gargantuan plane grows smaller and smaller in the distance; [short pause] and you…what exactly do you want out of this? I don’t doubt that you could turn the very heart of nature against me if you so desired. What fun it would be for you to summon a tornado on the spot—without any sign or warning—just to watch it fling me to and fro beneath your reign; to request one of your harmless little birds to fly casually through my fragile parCollaboration
by ~makou3347
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Preprocessed feelings of joy and remission; Loops of “I miss you” with no end condition;
Infinite warnings, but errors ignored; Nostalgia thrown and keepsakes stored;
Arrays of new passions with limitless bounds; Finite expressions and keywords aground;
Segfaults are fiction and memory profuse, but properties static and language obtuse;
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by ~makou3347
Sinking StarsFrom a solemn bedroom vantage not a star adorns the sky, but bright stars fall around us; they wildly flutter where we lie. Lights, cars, compressors— every motor, every gear— muffled by the silent sheet of Nature’s frozen tears. The droplets fall at a gentle crawl, like shreds of cotton in the cold, and kiss the ground as softly sleek as the skin my arms now hold. No springtime affair is quite as rare as the beauty which a snowflake bears.Sinking Stars
by ~makou3347
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