Demeter | Demeter
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Jan.17.2013
January 17
Hades
There is a strangeness to the dark. A velvety comfort when my paranoia is not alive with ice crystals and contempt. Cocoons of light create hives of life in an otherwise isolating phenomena. Pressing to my skin I...
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Jan.17.2010
January 17
Hades
There is a strangeness to the dark. A velvety comfort when my paranoia is not alive with ice crystals and contempt. Cocoons of light create hives of life in an otherwise isolating phenomena. Pressing to my skin I can wear the night out as a jewel, a talisman for the hope...
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May.10.2009
In a secret garden beyond the dominion of such five senses,falling snow blossoms in mid air,to firebirds of paradise taking flight before dampening new furrowed earth. Mother of all creation blackness begets heavensuckled on the vast milk of constellations. With involuntary breath comes the...
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