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Beat, heart of the earth,
deep in the ancient center,
chant song of ages.
//
Flow, blood of the world
water from the womb winds in
rivers and the sea.
//
Blaze, eyes of Heaven,
burning, churning, stars, watch from
celestial perch.
//
Breathe deep, cosmic lungs,
and release in gusts of rage
or teasing whispers.
///
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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