and-the-wicks-sputtering-gold Remnant May 31, 2019 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
The actual distance, between laughing and crying, and between living and dying is thinner than the breadth of the air
In actuality, money is neither good, nor bad, nor even neutral. It is whatever the mindset behind it makes it
In all manner of pleasures 𐐏 Lovers by nature divide 𝄫 In all matters of love 𐩘 Nature forever unborn 𝔔 Lives beyond ⫝̸ even love 𝘖
You're a cupcake. Fresh baked. In the pearl oven safe. Frosted in anticipate. But hate is the gate. Of wait made late. Shot with a camera. Shot with a bullet. Shot with the choir of fate. Shot with taste. Laid waste. With 1 cup liberate. And what is this you say? With your final breath, on your final day? As you clothe yourself in emerald states. As your children perish intestate. As your lover re-glistens to marry the next great ape. Where then, is your diamond plate? And what exactly is it, that you think you escape? If not the space in the helical zipper. Of the original D.N.A. All shape. The seed. The soil. The sun. The quake
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