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HungryI am a fox, Visible between the trees. Flecked with snow and Feet of soot.Hungry
Tiny points of pearl Leap from me and pierce The hearts of hapless Velvet moles
Inside your
Safe little hedges.
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Smallest ThingI could shrink down to pocket size,Smallest Thing
And be left on a jar on his desk. So long he never loved another, I'd be happy if he gave me crumbs And a thimble to drink from.
And even if he gave his heart away, So long he always held me in his hands, Made me feel like the smallest thing, I'd be happy if he gave me buttons And a spool to sit on.
And perhaps some day he'd See me as the smallest thing, The greatest thing in all the world, And I'd be happy if he gave me smiles And a kiss to grow on.
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Le Petitby *stardestroyr
Pumpkin-HeadHere I am, send me. It’s a half hearted plea- You see how I am sleeping.Pumpkin-Head
Once I was your pumpkin girl
Then I changed my gown for gingham And cut my hair close to my head.
I boarded a sinking ship, a shallow bed. I’ve seen the golden future girl, Every single shining curl. But, I let them carve me, pumpkin-head. Awake o sleeper,
And rise from the dead.
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Le Nezby *stardestroyr
Clocktown
Chester BlindedOutside, in West Clocktown, the sound of the Clock boomed out the hour six times. Twilight was settling on the city, slow and pink. In the Mayor’s offices, Chester was leaning against the side of his desk, drumming his fingers lightly across the side of it. He stared out of the window, watching snow flurries spiral down from the chilly January skies. His eyes were shifting, a cold gleaming grey faded to a pitch black, then back. It was odd. He kept blinking, even knowing it was futile. When Annalise came into his office, he stared at her hard, and his eyes ceased their shift, settling firmly in a cold grey. He tossed his long braid of faChester Blinded
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SightValentine put the thread in her mouth then, one eye closed, pushed it through the eye of the needle. She tied it in a knot and plunged it into the coat. She began stitching quickly, absentmindedly. She looked up at the man leaning against her wall. She opened her mouth to speak and was interrupted by the chiming of the Clock. It only sounded four times, and she didn’t take her eyes off of him. Her eyebrows raised slightly.Sight
“I don’t know how you live there, Clock tower Man.”
He rolled his eyes and thumped the floor with the edge of his boot.
“The day you call me Silas I’ll be struck by lightni
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Chester and the BloodbirdsChester tapped on the door-frame to the little storefront. A hooded figure, face invisible, opened it, did not move for a moment, and then opened it wider. Chester slipped inside. The room was low, and dark, typical of most buildings in the Pit, the poorest and most pathetic sector in West Clocktown, where the people loved lace, spoons, and spitting at the poor.Chester and the Bloodbirds
Chester, as a general rule, never spit. It was not gentlemanly, regardless of how loosely he defined the term.
“Mister Chester, been a while,” the figure said. The voice was distinctly female, but everything else about it was indefinite, shifting. It sometimes
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Annalise and the HouseIt had been pouring rain for almost a month, the sort of rain that freezes halfway down and becomes sleet. It bit into Annalise’s skin as she stood outside the house on Kipling Street. Being honest with herself, she did not want to go inside. It was too cold inside. Colder than any freezing rain. And so she simply stood, peering up at the house that she had practically grown up in. She shivered, and looked down at her feet. No amount of prayer could have warmed them at this point. She tapped the heel of her left boot against the fence surrounding the house. As she looked up, the door opened, like a portal to another world. And out steppeAnnalise and the House
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- Favourite band or musician: Sigur Ros, mewithoutYou, Thrice, Mute Math, Falling Up
- Favourite genre of music: No preference- there is beauty in all of it.
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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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"...Never slander someone unless you want their job... never cheat unless you need money... never hate unless someone bores you." - C.S. Lewis
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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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"...Never slander someone unless you want their job... never cheat unless you need money... never hate unless someone bores you." - C.S. Lewis
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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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"Well...my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood."
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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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