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 'Naamah's kiss'   by Jacqueline Carey

"She must have been very wise and gracious to insipire such loyalty," Snow Tiger commented. "This foreign queen you served."
I laughed. "No. No, she was capricious, vain, and fickle. But she could be kind and generous, too. And when she was in a sweet temper, it was as though the sun shone and all the birds in ( Read more... )

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Paper flowers can’t die

Youth, be connected with shine
Bubbles and sparkles for a second their mine
No I’m not yours nor am I theirs
I’m a giant foot trying to climb the stairs

Have some fun, tin soldier boy
On a stick, a sheer of joy
If plastic shall prevail
A growing world will tip the scale
After all

If paper flowers can’t die..paper birds can’t fly.

Holding on to this

The emotion between my hands
On which I pillowed my cheek
Is brisk as mountain air
And though I yearn to wake
I trust it unaware


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Fever

Well now, let’s try something eye-deceiving
Make make-belief, a victim receiving
Cannot phantom the sand you’re in
Where ho-hum becomes a living thing

Relentless
Preferred by the delusory
Serve them buns and armory
A lost move much too profound
Killed a strangled voiced sound

Don’t call me staged Sir
Just because
It’s a different truth I prefer.

Moonstone heart
When I hold the pale moon to the light
I can see through the other side
Intrigued by the dream that awaits
I reach out, but I know
Nothing is left in sadness of grace
That has been so long forgotten.

Defeated, I draw to the ground
To where my earthly sorrows
Are so unwillingly bound

Moon hearts slumber in the valley of kings
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