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the drawing of breath
what makes the change the fang the slope of the jaw we are soft tamped & gentle uncalloused of hand . come circle the portrait an outfitted sorrow all my words leaving him un(a)dressed still he exhales like I do
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3488 deviations
Literature
the drawing of breath
what makes the change the fang the slope of the jaw we are soft tamped & gentle uncalloused of hand . come circle the portrait an outfitted sorrow all my words leaving him un(a)dressed still he exhales like I do
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Literature
Beast
I dream of wolves every night.
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of t
Prose
1312 deviations
Literature
to thine own self
you look
so good in this light
that you could never risk the right to walk away
it's like you've never even had to face the day
the natural law of that organismic glow
it makes you a wretched thing, i know
you say, who needs it, in hell there are no shadows
since fire is just as bright as heaven's gate
as dying jaws, as their white shining, beckoning or reckoning
that you have open arms cut on those teeth
have hands all full of things worth giving
and giving is so good, so good, when you're gunning for the end
oh yes, in this light you look
in all directions with your shaded eyes
i see you, an amazing thing
the artificial artifact, forge
Poetry
1983 deviations
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