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Today I chose the spell of Lilith. I walked bare in figure, and fierce in soul, beneath the scarlet spikes of a late autumn sun.

— CFL

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Today I decided to refill my veins with fresh, ruby blood. To shower my whole body with the shades of scarlet, apricot, coral, saffron, rosey champagne sparks, and ah! All the hue, and flavours of an African dawn, or the throne of the God of the Dead. I wanted to turn my flesh into a sacred veil of an eastern shrine, and my bones, into the wild runes of ancient gods, that are circling amidst florid flames. I was eager to live my transparency, my blending into the universe, even just for once, but preferably, for ever. I wanted to become the euphoria, the mesmerizing touch of the frames of reality, that my fellow earthlings could praise. I longed to be seen the same way, like how I felt about my carefully forged being; pukka, ethereal, deflowered, agonic, carnal. An onyx, crying out a bouquet of shell-shaped lyre, whilst giving birth to spider lilies, and dandelion. The descendant of Persephone.

— CFL

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Today I felt in a certain way about myself. Today, - just as if I were a luminescent oddity, - I witnessed myself being nothing. I laid this vision of me upon the sheets, which my eyes knew from before. The dusty white cover of my cradle, with sprouting, weeny, pastel beige petals knitted upon, and carried onto the frame of that cosy corner. Today I witnessed the anomaly of me being untold, unseen, mute, but loved. Dreaming away self, dancing across grey shores, murmuring some remembrance of my dear Mother, mimicking who I was, and who I could be. But in the present, I witnessed myself being nothing. And I still adored, all of me.

— CFL 

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