DeusOlympo

Hey everyone! Chapter 10 is finished. I am planning to skip most parts, and continue on battle of Manhattan and then towards my version of HOO. I'll start working on chapter 11 immidiately, but I'm getting bored on writing based on the canon book, so I'm going to plan for a sequel. It will be called 'Repulsi Meridiem', and it'll be somewhat of a Chaos story. Anyway, hope you enjoy From Different Years.

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a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
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a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
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a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
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a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
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a small token of kindness (15th january 2023) 
          
          late afternoon intoxications, silver bruises of the lake; half alive lilies and coquelicot verses. swimming decembers and stiff legged waters, crimson sounds and rain of sunflowers. sleep a candle, a shiver of cold winter; a demon merely sleeps to haunt an angel. 
          
          bellies of ocean, onomatopoeia based; bread like canine, haunting kestrel. spirits of terracottas, moulded with eruptions; lune of earth, scabbed with praise. residue of potency, river rock artichokes; penalty like quartz, merciless joy. 
          
          words of water, rituals of heart; primrose like feet, convenants of coneflower. woman of sandalwood, blood thinner than fluid; cushion and confusion an imploding reflections. banishing whispers, solitary shrouds; beaded intonations, burdened sabbath. 
          
          exigent rule of rhythm, an autumn womb; ancient pupils, latticed spirit. camellia hair, noor of protection; cardamom poems, smile of earth. sweet blues, a grapefruit toppled; strangers known, friends estranged. 
          
          poised separation, a moon of a thousand partings; a twilight of veiling curls, afternoon crescent.  confessions tasteless, dawn like wine; passing heavens, inwoven visage. some spines unending, nay, starless and bitter like tender hope. the sky cries, the earth is blinded by its tears;  when one cries the other hears. 
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a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) 
          
          
          collapsed gravity, standing time;  a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. 
          
          tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, 
          mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. 
          
          a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation.  tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. 
          
          frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. 
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a small token of kindness (05th january 2023) 
          
          rain of refinement, earth of bloodshed; tropospheric rocks and primitive nightshade.  a seizure of clairvoyance, a mask of a stone; a memory loosened, a breath of disease. harm catapulted, catastrophic love; a wound transparent, blood a pinch of sea salt. 
          
          a pomegranate churlish, a caterpillar soft and green; firelight shells,  evening that murmurs fantasies. mourn the bell, the bell of heroism; creative feathers, heart of fresh fabric. tales of clouds, tales of uterus; a fallible dare, a poetic sickness. 
          
          sun sealed moon, wrapped, unwrapped; slip like a streamlet of smoke, a sharpness that floats. pulse that radiates, sleet that breathes; wings of bones, emotions an augury. autumn of balance, florid tinders; quietus fingertips, life an organ buzzing. 
          
          warped pollen, petals a haze; clouded blooms and lips of scents. ballrooms of solitude, chandeliers of pianos; what a song like that of feet tapping against measured slivers. what is fire hurts not itself but others, as the sun that burns its earth, as the moon tender upon eyes but hurts its heart the most. 
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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
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a small token of kindness (22nd december 2022) 
          
          grasp the knuckles, hold fear like gold; there is passion in black, there is a spectrum of truth in all thunders. process the baubles of celebrations tenderly, venture early through mishaps terrible; where one sorrow settles, another blossoms. 
          
          track the flames of joy and homes of tender buttresses; enjoy tunnelling paths like worms, enjoy the sport of fulgence. a rainbow of paroxysms,  with fleeting edges of juvenile feathers; two rights rarely understand one another. 
          
          distinguish snow between its home and the second, what is consumed by it is eaten by another. forge the candelabrum, halt at fatal essences; where a mind breeds heartbeats like cactus water. 
          
          swept by silence, kept by roars; what is a mind then except for a fragment of frosted tomorrow? an envelope ensconced like an island dipped in fever, carriage of blood melted in a tide of camphor. it is rough, it is a battle; what is any weapon inside a cave, a cave of darkness?  
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a small token of kindness (07th november 2022) 
          
          patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret. 
          
          ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant. 
          
          secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss. 
          
          tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose. 
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