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100 Point Giveaway!That's right my fellow subjects!
I am going to be doing a 100 point giveaway to my special children <33
BUT THERE ARE RULES THAT YOU NEED TO FOLLOW.
Must be watching me if you aren't already
Must llama me
Must make a journal about this giveaway, and link it in the comments section in order to get your number
You will be getting a number after you comment with your journal in here and when I know that you are watching me and llama-ing me.
I will be using random.org to choose the winner!
I will be choosing the winner on November 25th!
100 POINT RAFFLE!*DONE*Hey Guys i'am doing my FIRST EVER raffle for points!♡ OK, So!
What you need to do to enter is,♡
Watch+ me ♡(if you already did it counts)♡
♡Post A Journal/Poll About this journal and link it back to me. ♡
♡AND FAVORITE THIS JOURNAL!♡
♡I will Randomly Choose a winner with the website, Random.org♡
your gonna need it!♡
*EDIT* deadline is oct.22 ♡
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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