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toffeesmile

doesn't actually like toffee
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heritage.

reminding me of where my blood sprung from. to eat cats' tongues. to eat tree bark, but not a tree's dry veins. peeled off. i am peeled off of the pavement where i melted in the coal mines' sun. a daughter of dry coughs and hidden colours, i swim like an owl through silence through streets. worn down. to drink the light of the bus' front lights broken at rain. to drink water from the tap in the kitchen. endless fountain of harsh joy. hard work. heart blood.

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42 deviations
Literature

heritage.

reminding me of where my blood sprung from. to eat cats' tongues. to eat tree bark, but not a tree's dry veins. peeled off. i am peeled off of the pavement where i melted in the coal mines' sun. a daughter of dry coughs and hidden colours, i swim like an owl through silence through streets. worn down. to drink the light of the bus' front lights broken at rain. to drink water from the tap in the kitchen. endless fountain of harsh joy. hard work. heart blood.

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42 deviations
Literature

enmity

"this is it." dreamfeather became cold in this moment, her lips tightly sealed together with contempt. "we're enemies now."    "but i only - "    "you only stole from me and refuse to return what's mine. you set your mind on destroying what we protect! and that's what enmity is, h..."    about to call him honey, she bit her lip. "dragon boy," she eventually spat out. the pet name now left a bitter taste. ah, what had been admiration... now all turned stale.    silverscale looked up. looked at the girl who had saved his life a hundred times, or so it felt. who had made the war against the thieves a game they played together, fighting side

'forgotten footsteps'

2 deviations
Literature

four

the mountains grow here out of spite. sisters were, clad in secrets, broken - (hear the night mourn) now there is a comfort in dead land. when vultures sing they speak of return, regrowth, death is our soil. passed on and on, like blood lines to be drunk by rivers cold and calm. the stone, spiteful, cannot be broken again. breathe in pain and breathe out life

Scraps

4 deviations