The sound of marching pawns I've now almost completely forgotten, immersed in this vicious smell of ozone and burning. The thing is...
come smell it again...
this one's
addictive.
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PaeanistMistress, my kisses are most delicious when spread on the tips of your luscious lipsPaeanist


Sadness is.Sadness is...Sadness is.
The tinkle-sound the bud hears of the last icicle dropping off the branch at the end of Winter.
It's the unexpected sharpness in the understory as glittering point pierces loam.
It's how the Spring in the corner wings feels, prematurely unnoticed.
As the last wrinkled rose petal of the Fall is observed, falling in the dirt, it's the domain of the seed beneath it, feeling suddenly overshadowed.
And in the Summer heat, when the dusty passion of two lovers turns to words...
sadness is ...
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
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The thing you're not saying is probably the most important thing of all.
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The thing you're not saying is probably the most important thing of all.
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For now we see as through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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