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Poetry


The Hanged Man
Perhaps to hang Means to plant yourself so deeply In a puddle so still That your body becomes the roots Of the reflection of a tree Like...
Chicory
Mar 21, 20241 min read
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Becoming Seeress
Sitting on the floor Raised from the dead Of past lives And delusion By a god I'm getting to know For the first time again Reading tarot...
Chicory
Mar 14, 20241 min read
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A Broad Celebration
Aesic Bard's corpus - Dug Earth's fortune - Grew Heathens in Jotun kind's lands. Memories now open - Proud questers' rewards - Stills...
Chicory
Mar 7, 20241 min read
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A Memoir of Flesh
You from a past age, so naive, a hurt soul. If only, yes if only The past version saw, what they would become. wondrous, woeful? How...
Doc Austrmaưr
Mar 6, 20241 min read
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