He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…
What the Locksmith Knew — Klára S.
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Klára S. · 11 comments
I’m a theurgist Magic 🪄 is my game I am what I am I have no shame Come and see the reality I make Don’t be afraid Blessings I give Your’s to take…
Theurgist - Day 5 Poetizer Ptompts — kpsxoxo39
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kpsxoxo39 · 4 comments
...and on my skin, i felt his hands, my knees, weakly kissing the sands. This touch shall be the end of me For who's to tell how i shall flee?…
NOSEDIVE — _Dara
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_Dara · 2 comments
(Limerick) #24daysofpoetizerprompts (Day 3) What a lazy, sleepyhead was he, A dog when eased on him with his pee, Felt nature grasped his soul,…
Come on, Sleepyhead, Time to get up — Farhat A.
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Farhat A. · 2 comments