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Unloved and still alive Burning inside like a bursting candle Shunned by the stars Forsaken by my own fate I wandered in my idyllic imagination Careless about the consequences of my quest So in silence I remained, keeping my stillness and avoiding any apprehension I had been cast away from the realm of certitude And […]
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The shadows of shame and madness spread over me like majestic, silent trees While the wind whispered decadent lullabies to my ears during my deep slumber I was dreaming and not, since I embodied my illusions in a game of love and hate I had even forgotten my name and who I really was becoming […]
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Melancholic discomfort was a mirror to my soul. Dead leaves fell with sadness. Sorrow grasped dreams and delight. The abyss of nothingness extended its boundaries. Delusional visions became gloomy shadows. Portals of darkness were sources of uncertainty. Illusion was reality but not anymore. Distances become journeys to surreal realms. Deceitful hopes were invisible traps Sil...
UNTITLED EXTRAVAGANCE Pricey chocolate boxes Rocking horses Chantel perfumes Sweat of lust Monumental age gaps Low-grade romance tropes Obliterated artworks Puddles of broken puppets Greed and perversion A celebrated decadence Opulent bacchanals Filth and corruption Depravity at its climax Duck lips and finger hearts Desecrated magnificence Abyss of oblivion Cracked paintings...
LOOK AT ME! LOVE ME! The desperate cries of some Puppetgirls under a Demonic Crone in a bestiary of affective capitalism “Hello, you!” the Smoky Perfume Fringe Call Girl exclaimed with excitement while looking greedily and complacently at the bottle of Xaneyl perfume that the old witch had bought her in exchange for lust games […]
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