Doesn't make any difference how solid your shoulder is, my head will constantly be heavier.
Since this abhorring loads more than the mallet of Thor, and clearly I'm the only one deserving of bearing it.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/6/2023 11:35 PM]
I want to see,
something like once,
without the
reflection of words,
between us.
Only a single time, I,
want to
see, contact.
Also, let this monster
show you,
What its words
miss the mark concerning.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/7/2023 4:52 AM]
Who knew, that fire tastes harsh, before it rolls down, making a home out of your throat and chest?
Who knew, it could likewise go up when you swallow it and consume your head?
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Sam Scrawls, [2/9/2023 12:29 AM]
And afterward there's the people who lean toward staying under their own remains than going out into a wilderness without a lion.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/10/2023 6:51 AM]
There's fire at the tips of her horrendous fingers, in the profundity of her heart and siphoning through her veins.
The fire was thundering in her brilliant voice, with her hot breaths, across her singed throat, the blazes wound up blossoming dark in her lungs, yellow on her skin, red in her spirit.
In any case, all the downpour in a way that would sound natural to him, the streams in his eyes, the green in his grasp, the blue of his murmurs,
Were sufficiently not.
What might be sufficient?
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Sam Scrawls, [2/13/2023 11:26 PM]
"Consume the witch, consume the witch!"
The locals say.
"Consume the witch," they consume the witch!
Thus they do.
"We consumed the witch, we killed the bitch,
So how would we do?"
To that they'll reply, to the Phoenix emerging from underneath the dark,
To that they'll fall quiet and pale,
What's more, the main commotions heard will come from the town's imbecile, when he cheerfully yells,
"Boo!"
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Sam Scrawls, [2/15/2023 2:14 AM]
It's coming down and it's dull, yet I wind up throwing that umbrella. I end up embracing each chilly bead kissing my skin and saturating my bones.
Here, in the quiet eye of the tempest, I make my own. Also, I shout, what the tempests convey to the sky.
Here, I shout.
The things no individual will at any point be aware.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/17/2023 4:34 AM]
We share grins from underneath our covers, mirroring the grin on every one of the drained kids' appearances.
We share the wheezing in their chest, the wake of their evenings. And afterward we fail to remember our own dormancy in the blamelessness overwhelming their wings.
Those undetectable wings that convey our hearts up to the sky until we can contact the leniency with our fingertips.
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