ＢＡＮＳＨＥＥ
’ my ears hear what others cannot hear;
small faraway things people cannot normally see
are   ＶＩＳＩＢＬＥ   to me.
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime
of longing, longing to be rescued, to be ᏟՕᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬᎠ.
just as the skirt needs the wind to billow,
i'm not formed by things that are of  ｍｙｓｅｌｆ  alone. ‘
  ⚑  .
#ofmountainash.

{ xahey }

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     And suddenly, he was moving towards
     her, his glowing hues narrowed in the 
     slightest and his fangs bared.  Growls
     continued to enroll from his lips from
     deep within his chest.  He wasn’t
     going to answer her and in all
     fairness, he wasn’t even sure
     why he was even doing this.
     He didn’t even know why he
     was angry.  But he just was for
     some strange reason.

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      ▒ ▓ █ ——— ;;「 ❁ 」

                                        she can’t help herself — she keeps moving
                                        backward & her hands start to shake. she 
                                        wants to RUN, but where’s point of running
                                        away from someone who can catch you 
                                        without getting tired in the słɨǥħŧɇsŧ way?
                                        breathing pattern becomes slower as if the
                                        easy & natural act is now too hard to be done.
                                        lips parted, but it doesn’t help much the
                                        breathing.

                                ＩＴ　ＯＮＬＹ　ＨＥＬＰＳ　ＴＨＥ　ＳＣＲＥＡＭ．

                                        the scream that can break all the glasses &
                                        knock someone sᴇɴsᴇʟᴇss for several of
                                        minutes.

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