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This isn't commentary Take on everything and almost win Can we do this? Can I really take it with me? Have things really gotten safer? How can I convince her again? The current rules will never change Shortly,here right now Finally the world agrees Finally the world consents

To the guts full up to the chins, another supper is served. New medals're pinned to the chests, who never deserved. 'Operation Slash Open Empty Bellies' to fresh swords assigned. As old ones deemed obsolete, new perversions're designed. The celebrations stirring the air, so revivals're delayed. To the ears tuned to flaps o'condors, New Year Anthem'll be played.

INTIMATE INTERLUDES By Heather Chrysalis Mead. May 28, 2022 The air sizzles with the pulse of an ethereal being, he sheathes the rosy dark of my bedroom with his presence, his face I know-it’s deeply etched upon my heart, through my mind I can hear him, his every golden tone reverberates through the arterial roadways of my softly slumbering body, his warm honey voice is richer than the golden rays that overflows the Sun’s golden cup, spilling it’s golden lavish upon me and meadows Summer-sweetened. Oh how his voice lavishes his riches upon me until Sound becomes Sight and he is all I can see: the charm of his smile, the heat of his eyes, his strength of character, the kissable lean… he need not speak words for he knows me well, instead he speaks with the windblown color of feelings and the allure of hidden thoughts, oh how his memory pledges itself onto every silver fiber of my being, and how I pledge myself to be the book of poetry where his memory can breathe, sweet and fragrant

The stranger noises you hear at day and night can someone else hear it? I'm getting too close to another life still too often why don't you hate this strife? getting bored of caution make sure you do it twice you have no more I have another chance to make this right.

I need more data I need more information tell me all your darkest secrets I'm strongly against doxxing people I won't use it to blackmail you or ruin your vacation.

Time. It stood the chance to tear us apart. To make us forget. To erase any small, Inclination to stoke the flame. To keep it alive, In our hands. So many months, So many days. Yet, it stood tall. It decided to stay, This flame between You and me. Between you and me, We had everything against us. It was dreary, it was bleak Days where the darkness, Remaining the day's hostess. Yet, we were not hopeless. We could’ve let go. We could have set it all free But we chose to not let it be. (Lost, we are not. In the end.) So many months, So many days. Yet, it stood tall. It decided to stay, This flame between You and me. You and me. You and me. We are the lover’s dream. We survived the fall, We came back around This time. This time. We made it through- The test of time.

Smoke doesn't collect here something in my throat and lungs regardless old inside but young again I'm destined to restart this it doesn't feel so sad to me It doesn't seem so bad to me I don't think you have what it takes for this I don't think you have what it takes to truly scare me.

I'm tired of their names and stories every story must be known being born into no name or style you're sure to be forgotten lying to yourself laughing and living with yourself too.

Name your wait I don't want to talk about it we shouldn't have to feel this way I've said it before still don't feel like I'm being genuine make it easy for wanting more you have to get your sentence in