Tag: poetic-fiction
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Wizard
Wizard Iris Twisting, curling, bent to break. Souls who churned would sometimes make—changing tides and wicked luck. Fellows-left-upheld, they stuck. Elovan was lost within him, musculature of his back whispering to senses forgoing thought, wafts of fragrance from their hair beguiling. He loved Hiilo more, and with care beyond that which had ever seemed possible…
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Thrash & Churn
Thrash & Churn Iris Elliot knew not of the reasoning behind his loneliest existence of experiences after next. Earth humanity, and its cultural consequences, cast horrific tides which bored his coded heart of slumbering agony. Here the path leads. Be it for me? Be it for her? Can we be we? Codebanks were humming along…
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Salem
Salem IRIS Times had Changed but Things were Played and Broken Nevers Lost Again Bella blew beneath her blues. Bothered brothers bought broad brews. Beckoned bellows blustered black. Blithered blessings beckoned back. Simple Silus saw such sour, seeking sinking silence. Synched sinews stole something slickened, so sidled, seeming shrewd. Yester’s yonder, yellowed yeast — yes…
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