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there one was a boy, which threw parties without care for sanctions.
his name was luther and ironically he was a wealthy power mad being.
however, he was never seen as a super villain—he was always the hero.
he threw a party every thursday night, disregarding the following day every time.
on the third thursday in may, he saw an angel in his living room.
lingonberries for lips, gooseberries for eyes, seaberry dyed hair, lashes of blackberries, skin almost the color of physalis.
she stumbled in, stained with mascara, pink T-shirt torn, torn pants, torn heart—come on get that off of the floor.
he peeked up hungrily but frowned with disappointment.
he loved the taste of hearts but he was never one for leftovers.
there once was a party thrower, that did all he can
there once was a heart eater, that which i am
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heart eater
Short Story'I've been seeing angels in my living room. That have walked the sun and have slept on the moon'
