Malem malem isep roti, halo nama aku Callie.

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You said “forever” like it was spare change, like I wouldn’t notice when it clinked against the pavement. I didn’t chase it.
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You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Aku kirim pelan-pelan ya, sesuai urutan jam pengirimannya. Jadi jangan double send, okaay?

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(sekapur sirih: daging kemukus utuh. / sebilah bayonet dan darah mengalir di sekujur tubuh.) ஞ

“siapa yang akan hadir di perjamuan malam ini?” ruhnya terapung dan terkepung di tengah hamparan kunarpa kemungkus yang digerogoti oleh hasrat memamah durjana kasihnya, malam temaram menelan asa hingga ia terbelenggu dalam nestapa tanpa mengenal entitasnya. prosais semu meramu nukilan tatkala dwinetranya terkubur di dalam histeria malar, biarlah jasadnya meracau di tengah hiruk-pikuknya duniawi yang mengagungkan rindu seperti suar. doa maksum lantas menjadi mafhum di antara jantur yang berkelindan dalam sehelai kuntum, berkenankah ruhmu dironce melalui spektrum agar ia tetap harum? ini aku, yang tengah melanglang buana mencari sejawat untuk ruhku.

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(CHASTISED UTTERANCES & SEVERE ACHE.) A FLESH TO DEVOUR: EARLY BANQUET IN MERE DEVOTION BETWEEN A TABLE OF PLATTERS FOR SOMBER EPOCHS.

The death summons the names of those ill-fated embodiments as plentiful of sacrificial objects just the way a lamb is being stabbed by a sharp-edged bayonet. A sacrosanct banquet will be held at a chamber of burial tombstones, platters of flesh and limbs will be devoured by those who are craving for sacred shrines. / Dear, to devour the sacrosanct limbs and to swallow flesh like a yearner who will intertwine each piece of flesh into a keepsake. / Consecrated within the soaked hankerings. Crave for a black-crocketed devotion which will never be buried underneath an abandoned heart, thus its heart swells to seek a plighted heartstring with the aim of entwining foredoomed cravings. Serenaded chimes, “I must utter that I, plead for austere grievance against my endeared one’s bones and rotten limbs.” Thus I kiss every inch of your flesh, bury it with my corpse beneath the sanctum of death. Would you keep me company by burying your dead body with me?

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..’🪷𐀶 THIS HAVEN OF BLOOM HELD STILLNESS WRAPPED IN MORNING’S FIRST PETAL /

If these flushed petals, so carefully posed are no more than mirages drifting in the hush of eventide. How shall I then believe their delicate song? Nearly true, might I be led perhaps too soon, into a greeting shaped not by touch, but by remembered longing.

With verity concealed does my
form abide, shall my true essence
by thy grace be known? ⅋’✉️

With heart unspooled like vine. I, @Yonfa, await the gaze that lingers through the thicket of my calm. To you, keeper of quiet flames, I offer the hush beneath my flowering ache. Could you not follow the breath of bloom I wear this ache unmended by blossom’s grace, this life that muttered where no root remains?

Let us tread toward the unseen meadow,
and I may meet you wholly in between.
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Baby, I’m dancin’ in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass while listenin’ to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, "Darling, you look perfect tonight"

NIGHTMARES DRAG ME DOWN, OVERWHELMING AND INESCAPABLE: @CRIMSONISTT. I lay upon a soft, rectangular bed—yet the hour was consumed by a blackness deeper than night itself. The air hung heavy; moreover the very heavens whispered of catastrophe yet to come. Wearied, I was, by the unending days that ceaselessly feasted upon my spirit, denying me any semblance of peaceful rest. Yet, the breath of life itself, I had plunged into despair, cast down by the cruel fate that bound my soul to the earth, as if all the heavens turned their face from me. Within the confines of my chambers, malicious whispers swirl—devil—ish’s taunts, venomous and cruel: “Cross into damnation, pay for what you’ve done.” What deceit, O Lord, what treacherous slander has fallen upon me? Oh.. fucksake?! However.. for all my days, I sought only a companion, nevertheless a sojourner to walk with me in this desolate realm, speaking together in peace, unburdened by the chaos of abandonment. Will this haunting curse never be lifted?