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About Excellence

A mare, a beacon. Tremendous, as tall as all the years passed. Shuffled in last, within the ever-thickening deck of cards. Trepidation veers her light away, in a sickening think of dark arts. Barren, she lays no foundation. Evil doesn't propagate. Bright nit broken apart and snuffed brings

Boo!

What if spiders had wings? Inescapable would be the sum of your fears.

The Days I Desire

The days I desire are hard to come by, not for the sunsets but my heart's own fire. Reborn like a phoenix from the ashes of the night before. In unison, my heart, my soul without me involved agree to have a new goal. Tell me then who

The Click

Clip and step up. Clip and step up. Sometimes hidden away underneath a snowy crown, but still, clip and step up. The narrowing tunnel that has been his home for months turned into the widest and brightest sight. Hum carried in the calm air. He couldn't speak in

The Mirror Cracked

Fissures and fractures, ruptures and clefts, everything and everyone you get to see around in cross-stitched to hold. Nip at a thread, push at the weld, scratch off a scab, observe the cave-in of the surrounding abode. Crumbled up in pieces, making up new crevices, to be filled soon with

A Dwelling

Who caters for the solace of a reef wreck? Is it something or someone? Someone with their past unresolved, in ruins, far away from the fair judgment? Something reduced to no power for existence nor a desire? And what is there to cater for? The waves and the needs, the

Pretense

Bringing you the experience of flirting. She shed the smile ready for someone else. Too late. He came over. The wrong he, that is. Distressed she rekindled the smile. He returned the fake spark with his yellowed whites. Definitely the wrong he. He didn't speak. She waited. He