Meet me there, in the smell of sweet decay, between the light of what is and what could’ve been.
Meet me. I’ll hold you until you fall into holding me but no one will suffer more than I will. No one can take in what I’ve made.
Golden ink served on a silver plate; the fruit’s not ripe, the meat’s not done and your skin’s not fresh enough to dissect.
A true swordsman rises to fall again.
Agony is resistant, rising nonchalantly between the stars.
I have to give in sooner or later, the world can only be given to what I’ve made.
Meet me there.
Let our bodies fall into tongues.
Love, Alyazya
ALYAZYA 
This is an intriguing piece of prose, fascinating in it’s depth and word play, I must read again ! Why, because it’s very good !
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You’re so sweet
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Beautiful words.These words reminded me of one of my fav songs. Ben Howard’s ‘Promise’ 🙂
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Your favorite song reminded me of Tompkins Square Park.
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Too good
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Thanks, Raj 🙂!!
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You are most welcome, I could see some great posts on your blog and I will definitely go through each of them.
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Oooh that’s so sweeet
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Hi Yazz, loving the end line, perfectly expresses the visceral and wordless – a difference kind of eloquence. 😉
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Thank you, Pola 😊 and welcome back!
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Glad to be back fellow wordsmith. 🙂
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lovely, the queen of metaphors 🙂
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Hey! I just hopped on your blog, and thoroughly enjoyed it! ☺️ I just wanted to stop by and say hello.
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I’m glad you did! Come by again ☺️
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This is beautiful! I nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award because I really enjoy reading your work : https://zovisionsite.wordpress.com/2017/10/27/the-versatile-blogger-award/
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Thank you sweety!
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The pleasure is mine.
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I get tongue tied, it’s weird when you need to censor something you’ve written because it seems too raw or distressing for the reader. Like this a lot 🙂
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I’m glad you do! Yeah, that’s something I do often. I try to keep everything as vague as I possibly can but for different reasons.
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I love this, so beautiful. It touches that secret place that only wants the truth… of course, it comes from there –
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I’m happyyy you did ｡^‿^｡
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Hi. I noticed that you liked my post named “шарх” meaning og “injury”. So i guessing you know Mongolian?
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Actually, I’ve never seen Mongolian in written form and it caught my attention as I scrolled through the tags!!! I translated it to English and although I know it doesn’t do justice to what your original post must’ve said, I found it really touching. Google Chrome automatically asks to translate pages btw 🙂 ALSO MONGOLIAN IS SO FASCINATING TO LOOK AT.
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Thank you very much. Actually i’m resting in hospital so this week i have plenty of time. If i translate as much as i can would you read it to me and say something about it? I like to write but there is too few readers for me, so i don’t know to improve myself.
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Of course! I’m more than happy to help!
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Thank you. I will inform when i’ve done. 😊
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This is nice
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This is so good, I aspire to write like this one day!
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this is perfect. I really like your style.
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I’m so happy you did!
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