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AlbinoFierce, the impending snowAlbino by ~TheAurelian
The storm notwithstanding.
It's the cold itself, and the white
The white of a thousand frozen tears
And fears, in the blistering wind.
You have pearls in your eyes
Can you only see white?
Fragrant, the vast velvet blooms
Of a forgotten Southern flower.
It is light itself, forgotten fire
A fire in the dead of night,
The white of our gathered prayers.
You have petals on your eyes
Can you see only white?
Soft, the aged love-worn lace
That shivers against your throat.
It's butterfly-frail, eternally fragile
The sound of crystal in a dark room,
The doom of a life unveiled.
You have blood in your eyes.
Superstition 1 I was a youth setting out in the field of newfangled botchery of superstition. That is to say, the correcting of baseless and useless beliefs of the common folk that are so strange and sullying as to be considered harmful. I was able to convince Professor Daughtry that such was an admirable work, as I would be resolving centuries of confusion and willing ignorance. He encouraged me, telling me to first travel to distant Transylvania, to the deepest darkest provinces of the human existence. He always had a way of putting things so that whatever was his address that particular day seemed intriguing enough to prompt investigation. He would furtSuperstition 1 by ~TheAurelian
Sorbet part3 The midsummer sunset filled the sky with radiance and innumerable blushes of iridescence. Sorbé must have liked it. He surrounded himself with glossy color and prismatic light. He was a source of that light, in fact. I half-expected to see him in a dress and heels.Sorbet part3 by ~TheAurelian
But he was leaning against the misted glass of the shop, one leg drawn up, his face cast pensively upward. He was content, his hair un-teased and flowing, each tinted strand blazing. Two long purple wires extended from his ears, and as I approached, I could barely make out the music he was listening to. He wore a soft over-sized pink sweater and tiny shorts, with
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