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Anagoge
We sit chained to the ground, Staring at shadows on the wall, Trying to decipher meaning, From their formless shapes. After years of painful struggle, Somehow, I break the chains. They had become brittle... Corroded by my blood and tears. I stand up and turn around, Realizing we are in a deep cave, Up ahead there is a bright light, Shining like a beacon of hope. Slowly, I make my way there, The brightness hurting my eyes, After years of seeing shadows, The light cuts me like a knife. At last, I reach the entrance, And at first, I can't see anything, Only a vast white emptiness, Until slowly I begin to see... There in front of me I see them, Forming and unforming in time, The mental formations we create, Expanding with each new thought. I strain to the limit of my vision, And see that there is another wall, A boundary formed by paradoxes, A prison of our mental limitations. But as I look out into the vastness, I realize that the walls are receding, Ever expanding in an act of
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Earthen
If the ego that we build For ourselves is living Then this is a destruction An apocalypse That no one made-up can survive Take my hand, now withered by pain Caress the moss on my fingers And come with me where horizon never ends Where the time is always present If memories are ocean waves Then I will be the sun My lava scorching the seabed that we walk Ash falls upon bleached corpses And new life sprouts, cleansed of spirits We have no future For we’re not built on abstract wishes We have got no past For it was not us who came into this place If blackness is fright Then let me wrap myself in darkness Underneath rocks and entangled roots I will hold the very earth with care I will seep into it naked I will leave my flesh and bones behind Not afraid to disappear For there is nowhere that this mind could hide And I will let the earth absorb me I will hear its rumbling within my own breath "Stone, sand, mud and living creatures There is need for all shapes and forms They all belong
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Napo2023 #6
Wishing for a pair of... widely spread ivory feathers nimble and light giving so much freedom 07.04.23
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Okay. This may be the coffee talking here. Or maybe it's the love scenes in BBC movie series Tipping the Velvet.
*ahem*
This here be a poem about human worth.
raised a very good question some weeks back about the size of Rue's... downstairs area, after he read the warm, fluffy and emotionally-moving bed scene in Chapter 2 from my fanfic Dewprism II. 
His hints got me a little miffed, and I wrote THIS poem to counter it~!
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I'm far from an expert in this subject (never been with a man) but this works for me, which (the part that goes in) is a bit smaller than the seven inches you describe of Rue. Anyway I thought six inches was supposed to be about average for men, despite them all claiming to have about ten or twelve. There have got to be a large number considerably smaller who still satisfy their lovers!