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Guillotine amputee
Razor vision
Toxic soul
Gangrene heart
Fits the needles eye
Chemical warfare
Toxins residue
Acid wastes the solvents pick
Razor vision
Toxic soul
Gangrene heart
Fits the needles eye
Chemical warfare
Toxins residue
Acid wastes the solvents pick
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Fallen Angels, Chapter One
Rose Gardner patrolled the hallways of the Wiley Performing Arts Center at Florida Panhandle University. It was just after midnight, into hour #3 of an eight hour overnight shift as a security guard at the building. Standing at 5’6, Rose was not the most imposing figure. But her job as a security job didn’t demand that she be all that intimidating. Her job was to notice if something was amiss and to call for help, not to fend off a burglar or trespasser if they got aggressive. Still, if she got into a scrape, she was much better able to handle her own than it might seem. She had taken karate most of her life, and was at this point a brown belt. She yawned. She wasn’t quite used to these late nights, even as she got as much sleep during the day as she could. Her body clock was still telling her it was time to go to bed, even if she got about seven hours earlier in the day. She reminded herself that this wouldn’t be forever. This job was helping to pay for classes to earn her
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The Fat Bat of Burnside: A Batgirl Story - Ep 4
Meanwhile, long after the luncheon get-together, Barbara had re-donned her Batgirl costume, as she made her way over to the Burnside Dockyards. With some luck, she might find Denise and the other missing girls. And yet, whilst she parkoured her way across the Burnside rooftops via robust acrobatics and a reinforced Grapnel Gun, the rotund redhead's mind wandered a bit, thus letting her muscle memory do the work for her. Her thoughts contemplated on what Alysia and Jo said about Denise. "You remember Denise, right?" "Yeah, we ran into her yesterday. She was...bigger than I remember." "Well, according to Richard, that's her boyfriend if you didn't know, she came back home last night. He's sure of that. But she wasn't there this morning, he can't reach her at all, and he has no idea where she is. The police aren't taking it too serious either, the whole 'gone for 24 hours thing' you know?" "--Batgirl?" Your voice rang out, thus snapping the rotund Batgirl back into reality, as she
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Truest Colors
One can look at the rainbow and feel the colors inside them, Painted on the walls of their flesh and tattooing their heart. The rainbow is beautiful, glorious, and also quite misleading. At most seven colors come to mind when admiring it because Our naked eyes cannot behold each color’s many layers, The same layers that are in constant flux within ourselves. Thinking of red emotions often leads the mind to a rising temper; Does the darker maroon represent that fire beginning to cool? And what of candy apple, a red so vibrant and named so sweet It could stand for the liberation felt when the fire is all released? The rising temper itself may not be red, but rather chili, Sporting a spice that torches the tongue and any word spoken. If the anger comes out on somebody near and dear to you, You may feel burnt orange with a body marked by scars Only caused through seeing a loved one harmed by your words. This often leads to rust, a color whose name suggests weariness As the words
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