Vanilla Tincture

Taken aback by pungent odour, it’s hard to regain your composure once you’ve found a beautiful discord. A cacophany of sorts, or a rude awakening. Or perhaps a sad state of affairs.

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Queen of thorns

I shake hands with the queen of thorns, decorated with the fragrance of jasmine and blooms of petals that shimmer through the moonlight. A friendly and clandestine rendezvous of sorts, to negotiate the daily routine of pain.

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To prospects of misery

To the prospects of misery, be not discouraged of your journey. There are always the easier, less eventful and less spectacular ways of life.

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Battles

There are some battles not worth fighting.

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