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Romance Machine A course in romance, for insatiable palates Served with rosés and thorns and an algorithmic agent that takes you nowhere In the most theatric voice I can possibly conjure: What can your machine learn about love and the limitless, such as yours truly? Jubilant City As I departed with you again, I spent my hours in the airspace Thinking about whether or not, You looked back too…
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Title: I hate flowers “I hate flowers.” That was the only lie I ever told you, scared of admitting my lack of masculinity. Yet, you expected that to be the last thing on my mind. Relieved, I kept wanting to get closer and closer to you. No matter how strong I was back then, I kept wanting to reveal my weaker side only to you. Who knew that you…
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You find yourself in a strange place. You blinked and the moment you opened your eyes, you found a firefly resting on the bridge of your nose and flinched. As the firefly flies away, you see this bizarre world as you follow its tail. In front of you is a yellow bridge over a pond to what you suspect to be a shrine of some sort with a man…
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long, long ago, there once lived a mage young and naive, yet powerful the power of snow and ice bestowed upon him, he conjured a world for himself of course, he was not alone time and time again, he found a guest in a brash maiden who wielded a great sword what started as an altercation between these two, blossomed into great tensions what dwelled inside her heart, none…
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At a bar, in the cosmos far, far away at a time unknown to mankind. Who am I kidding? Earth is the only planet where it all takes place. Isn’t it the focal point of everything for some reason? Two unkept gentlemen with guns in their holsters sit next to each other at a bar table. One is a wolf in his mid-30s, wearing a gray suit, a green…
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“in Tartarus, i alone am the fallen, the false light in waking dreams, and the one bathed in oblivion, the harbinger of chaos, in a proud kingdom the pinnacle of hate, or the tempest in the loneliest clouds, the unruly prince” once upon a time, there was a prince in a little kingdom a kingdom, hidden in a forest of fine birch he lived behind, cobbled walls walls, from…
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Stuff I wrote, but never finished or still working on them idontwanttohidefromyouanymorein the creases of my lies,do you see the truth?in the pages of scribbles,do you see what i’m trying to write?in the walls behind where my will stays firm,do you see the storm i can’t stand against?in the sparks of embers of the wildfire you light,do you see the new beginnings i want to plant?in the melody you…
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earlier today, i was observing moths on a streetlight. it’s strange seeing these things ramming themselves to something they cannot touch should they even be able to think. apparently, it confuses their navigation systems, so most insects are drawn to light. that beats the point of survival, though. wouldn’t it draw far more attention to them? that being said, it shouldn’t be an unfamiliar concept to anyone. after all,…
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