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Personal Possessions by Vellaroque, literature

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Personal Possessions

A Victorian trunk had its keys displaced probably for the better, but the curious waits. Breaking into a sacred space which folded garments now escape each woven from fabrics of a foreign place. All those silk, velvet, lace threads of gold and silver interlaced belongings of a long forgotten face. Who were they for, and what a waste! The dress in question took form in shapes of a wraith in anachronistic distaste all those rubies, pearls, and gems displaced. Sleeves lunged for a throttle, to eventual breaks "I'll have you know, that my name is Grace."

Garden of Stones by Vellaroque, literature

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Garden of Stones

Built by a king, made for a queen the garden of stones sits in-between Inorganic fractals of glimmering shards a mimicry of nature less marred. Petals of blood wine garnet extinct florals’ incarnate Foliage of chartreuse peridot an ornate support Fruits of tropical citrine glassy exotics on alloy vines An entombed love, a death reprieved Still lives in a way, to this day, still live.

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Curtsy by Vellaroque, literature

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Curtsy

it is not my battle it is not my war just treat this as a prattle just words and nothing more. maybe the greatest enemy is not a person or a thing maybe it's something you can't be a flaw in every human being. perhaps one should consider in years this would be a trifle this issue is not so major then my own laughter i will stifle. one day the pen will rest but the day is not today i still wish you all the best perspectives matter, and disagree you may.

Vertical by Vellaroque, literature

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Vertical

Pity this fool thinking it's love Self-serving interest of a love interest. Yesterday she puts you up above Current sentiment is yet of disinterest. Honest opinions you casually shove Of course, in the name of love you trust. Buddies are but close strangers It's our world not theirs, she says. Thoughts of happiness in danger Choices are lost along with grace Honey trap is the ultimate game changer.

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Personal Possessions by Vellaroque, literature

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Personal Possessions

Garden of Stones by Vellaroque, literature

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Garden of Stones

Apothecary by Vellaroque, literature

Extinguish. by Vellaroque, literature

At Star's Length by Vellaroque, literature

friday night casual by Vellaroque, literature

Kaleidoscope by Vellaroque, literature

Seasonal Heartache by Vellaroque, literature

Curtsy by Vellaroque, literature

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Curtsy

Vertical by Vellaroque, literature

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Vertical

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Strawberries and Champagne by Vellaroque, literature

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Strawberries and Champagne

Blow out the candles already happy twenty year anniversary. This is our last celebration grand finale to your so called dedication. Frail flames are the reminiscence of shared sparklers during days of acquaintance which, indeed, would have lasted longer if your desires didn't get to conquer. This room reeks of stubborn flavours masking insincerity to return the favour. So a toast, to your newly acquired taste Though artificial, all shall not go to waste. Don't just stand there all so wary, pop the champagne and savour the last strawberry. Deceptive taste buds do not matter because victory has never tasted better.