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Introduction
Greetings. I hope I find you all well.
I am the representative of the Funeral People, a group of individuals with wide imaginations.
We have created a wonderful land, thriving with life, empires, gods, and lore. After all the effort we put into our empires, we deemed it unfit for it to only stay between ourselves and our close friends, so we have decided to share it with all of you.
Here, I'll be including the character profiles of the main characters of our story: the gods of our individual empires. It will help you follow along with our lore and it may also help you learn to appreciate the unique characteristics — and lore — of our characters.
character and drawing of @tanchyjuj
name: Acarden
Alias: Man of the Moonlit Stars
empire: Empire Acardia
age: Centuries upon Centuries years old, older than most planets (But if we’re talking about mortal years, other gods described him as 26)
power: As the last survivor of the designers of the world, Acarden has the ability to terraform the natural ground around him, he is able to summon any plant, anything nature. Though, terraforming bigger things (like let’s say he wanted to make a big mountain right now) he’d have to have a lot of concentration, since his powers now aren’t as strong as before
Physical Appearance
Height: 5’6
unique physical features: The most noticeable thing about Acarden is his hair. The hair that is said to reflect the universe, stars shined, the same shades of color as the sky beyond them. On his face, he has gold cracks that go along through out his chest and his right arm, which are covered by bandages
kind of clothes they wear: Since this was legit for a damn history project, his clothing was based inspired by ancient Rome clothing, the cloak part. I needed some influence of Ancient Rome and Ancient Greece culture for the project LMAO
Personality
personality: A quiet spirited person, very soft spoken. Bro is legit one with nature, literally, he’s always in the damn trees and sleeps on grass. He speaks with wisdom, and sometimes speaks in a very poetic way, but when he’s not in the mood he’s very straight forward. He tends to be very gullible with a lot but small things. Loves his people very much.
fav things: His people <3 he enjoys spicey food, he liked trying spices from around the world. Fruits and vegetables, yet again he likes tasting and exploring fruits and vegetables from around the world, though most was slightly modified, he still knew that a god he knew designed his food he is holding in his hands and made the taste of it. He really loves all forms of art, even when there are some that he doesn’t really understand, he still enjoys them.
least fav things: Astran, Acarden tries his best to avoid him as much as possible. He doesn’t really enjoy sweet food (bro can’t handle chocolate milk). People destroying big chunks of land and not making any good use out of it, like damn what’s the point bro. People who don’t appreciate nature.
pet peeve: Being called short (as if he didn’t know). People who don’t close ink bottles or don’t cover their paint bottles, IT’S GOING TO DRY. Wasting food (like bro, if it’s not dirty or anything or your saliva isn’t everywhere, let someone have it, throwing out perfectly good food is so sad)
habit of theirs (body movement, etc): He’s a heavy sleeper, he can sleep through a concert and not be bothered. He liked to hide in bushes, sit in tree’s branches, lie down under its shade. Whenever he’s at a social event, he’d stay there for exactly 30 minutes, then look for an exit and just walk out quietly
Lore
The stardust form and create another item for the millions of galaxies in their canvas, but, it is rare for the stardust to form and create life, a being that was sentient.
And so, Acarden was formed, born with pure stardust in his blood and skin, eyes made of the remnants of the billions of dead stars before him. Acarden had a duty to complete.
For the first few years of his life, Acarden explored the millions of planets of all types, and observed how life thrived in those planets. Some filled with water, some made out of diamonds and gold, some were on fire, and only a few with a very rare material called wood.
When he was ready, he was called to design a planet, along with other gods, about 20 or so. Some were as old as him, some were far more older. Then, they all started designing.
Acarden had met a god, though this god’s task was to help form civilization on this planet, the two became friends. His name was Jocular. Jocular was a god, a few years younger than him, that was called by the universe to help a handful of living beings to form their own empire. Acarden also had his own people that called him their Lord.
When Jocular asked Acarden if he wanted their empires to join, Acarden asked how, then the other god explained. After rambling and rambling, Acarden realized what the other god wanted.
He wanted his people to be in full control under Jocular, Acarden wouldn’t allow that. So Acarden stormed off, and the two didn’t speak to each other after that.
When the world was finished in design, all of the gods in it started a war for power. Acarden and Jocular fought with each other.
Days turn into months, and into years. Until the battle between Acarden and Jocular was stopped with a blade upon Jocular’s throat. Jocular was saved by grace of the other god, for he let him go with mercy. Then after that, Acarden fought with the other gods for his empire.
But he never spoke to Jocular again, even when the war was finished.
Centuries later, he had learnt that he was the only god that’s alive who had the powers to redesign the earth if he wanted to. All of the other creators were gone, he was the last god standing.
character of @fantom-writer and drawing of @tanchyjuj
name: Astran
empire: Lumen Empire
alias: the god of light, patron god of Lumen Empire
age: three thousand years old (at the least)
power: Astran has the power to emit and manipulate light, along with the power to use light energy to regenerate both himself and others. However, the regenerative ability is only safe to use on other gods, since humans may not be able to handle the true power of Astran.
Physical Appearance
height: 6'10
unique physical features: has two scars on his chin, golden eyes that glow fully white when he's at his full power, a small scar on his abdomen.
kind of clothes they wear: old english style clothing (mostly dark blue and black combinations), but he wears a lot of different styles of clothing depending on the occasion.
Personality
personality: stoic, short attention span, and creative, especially when it comes to clothing. He tends to be blunt accidentally, not meaning to hurt anyone's feelings but just wanting to say what's on his mind.
fav things: fashion, good dreams, dressing people up (especially acarden), flowers, anything that catches his attention
least fav things: nightmares, not being able to help, people taller than him (it hurts his pride), people with bad fashion sense
pet peeve: being interrupted, people taking away his flowers (he likes his flowers, don't blame him - fantom-writer)
habit of theirs (body movement, etc): he tends to get easily distracted, especially when it comes to flowers. He likes picking flowers and making a whole bouquet just for the one he loved.
Lore
The whole planet Terra was at war. All the empires fought against each other, hungry for power. This long period of violence is now known to the present people of Lumen as the Great War.
Although Astran was in charge of the safety of Lumen, being its patron saint and all, he was confident that his empire would last on its own.
He was more busy helping his lover Orion, the god of flowers, and his empire survive, but they were losing.
Even after all they sacrificed, Orion's empire wasn't known to have a strong military. And so, it fell, along with Orion himself, whose body disappeared into golden dust and scattered on the ground, flowers growing where the dust landed.
Astran, heartbroken over the loss of his lover, never forgave himself for losing Orion to the hands of death.
Soon after, the darkness that once loomed over Terra like a terrifying shadow passed, giving the people time to recover and enter the Great Sorrow, a long period where the people of Terra struggled to recover from their losses and buried the millions of lives lost due to the greed of their emperors.
Lumen was in need of their god to guide them out of their suffering, but Astran disappeared off the face of the world. Ever since then, no one has caught sight of the god of light.
However, rumor has it that there is a man who visits a simple bed of flowers in the area where the empire of flowers once resided, laying down bouquets of flowers on the ground and talking merrily to plants about things in a language present people no longer understood.
character of @teyvatussy and drawing of @tanchyjuj
name: Elysia
alias: Harbinger of Serenitas, The Blooming Light, Ellie (This is the human name they use when they change their form to their kid body. This was actually the nickname Zephyr gave them)
empire: Elysium Empire
age: Elysia doesn't really like talking their age. However Elysia was born in the earlier stages of the world, when everything was dark and miserable.
power: They can control the earth itself but that takes a lot of energy. So for now, Elysia practices on flowers, vines and plants.
Elysia's main power is changing objects or even their own form. They can do things like camoflauge, make things grow, and change objects and humans forms. Hence how they are able to have a kid form
They also have the power of Bilocation or the power of being in many places at once. I mean how'd you think they attended all their meetings?
Physical Appearance
height: In their adult form, they are about 5'10. In their kid form however, they are around 4'11.
unique Physical Features: Elysia is just cotton candy man. Pink hair and pink skin. Both the bottom part of their hands are covered in tatoos? Or like symbols of vines. The left hand is a bit more green. The right hand is completely black cause Miss gurl tried testinh out Zephyr's dark magic once but it backfired.
kind of clothes they wear: As the Elysium's ruler, Elysia has to wear outfits meant for a monarch. Usually they have to wear items consisting of long dresses, robes, sheer capes and veils. (Think Princess Allura from Voltron like the one with Klance)
For their kid form, this mf is a little crusty German boy JK. But seriously they usually like wearin vests, bowties and baggy pants. (Think Varian from Tangled: the series)
Personality
In Adult Form, Elysia puts on a front of being refined, gentle and sweet. Really calm when handling situations. However a bit slow and gullible due to her being trapped or barricaded in Castle Rieka for years
As Ellie or their kid form, THIS CHEEKY MF. Naturally since they're adjusting to the new world, they're a bit naive but they're getting there. With this newfound freedom, Elysia or Ellie finally gets to let out their emotions
This mf has a newfound sass and tends to be impulsive a lot. Ellie gets frustraded easily, especially when they don't get what they need
Both forms have one thing in common
Trust Issues against anyone who helps them because of Zephyr and his gaslighting
favorite things: alchemy and making shit blow up, d e s s e r t s, reading and listening to stories (by Junjit Ito), braiding flowers they grew themselves into the other gods' hair, playing the xylophone, reminding Raia and Kleio about Fathers Day, being taken care of (but Zephyr kinda fucked that experience up), Astran.
least fav things: being gaslighted, use of black magic, the dark, whistling (Zephyr used to whistle to make them sleep, the thought of whistling makes them think that someone will manipulate them all over again), being forced to go back into their adult form
pet peeves: when no one comes to their tea parties, someone suddenly touching their right hand (the corrupted hand), interrupted nap time, someone trampling on their flowers or desecrating the Royal Gardens
habit of theirs (body movement, etc.): rocking back and fourth when they're nervous, flapping their arms when they're happy, biting their nails when they're in a bad space, stomping their feet when they're frustrated, letting out random noises randomly within a conversation
Lore
To see a world of colors, a kaleidascope of feelings and emotions, that was Elysia's dream.
When one was birthed out of the Eternal Root that now protected their home.
They opened their eyes to a white void of emptiness.
The blank canvas of nothingness must have been terrifying for a newly born god, but Mother Earth was kind and took the poor child in. Ever so curious, the small child observed and followed the example of the one who nurtured them. Slowly learning and surrounding themselves in flowing verdure.
One spent their early years in the evergreen springs of Gaea.
After a couple more years, the young sprout has now grown. The little sapling was now ready to experience the new world. And with a heavy heart , Elysia bid goodbye to the forests and set out for the human world.
For the first time, Elysia fully saw the world in all its glory. Oh how wonderful the world was! Full of vibrant hues of brilliant blues, pinks and yellows. Those were the good old days, when everything was harmonious and peaceful. For once, Elysia truly felt like they belonged.
But one should have known, that there is always a chance that the balance of peace should be disturbed.
The war is someting Elysia doesn't like talking about. It was a horrible period of chaos. Deities and gods that were once good friends now quarelled and waged war against each other. The rifts between humans and the supernatural got worse. Blood was shed on both sides and no one was spared. Thankfully, Elysia had made a friend in a strange man named Zephyr. The two of them worked together to try and subdue the destruction.
However slashes of red and fury had now overtaken the once colorful home that Elysia loved.
With all the responsibilities and duties to fulfill, the young god constantly felt like the world was on their shoulders. Sometimes the little one needed to get away from the big bad world and just be themselves.
So one would take solace in being a child again and having Zephyr take care of them.
And for a moment, Elysia would feel like the colors were coming back again.
Betrayal had never hurt more. When Elysia had learned that Zephyr took advantage of their trust and used it to harm others. To learn that when they were in their most vulnerable, the person they trusted the most had taken advantage of them. Something broke within the young god. Full of rage and sorrow, Elysia had used all their powers to seal Zephyr and save their empire. But as the coronation happened, and Elysia was crowned...
They couldn't help but feel the world's sorrowful strokes of blue.
Decades and centuries had passed and Elysia had just stayed. Stayed in their cold and boring castle while Humanity had evolved. The guard had insisted it was for their safety but Elysia was tired and reckless. Tired of always being used and having their fate decided. So they made a decision, a decision that they knew would surely get them in trouble.
But as they neared the gates and feasted their eyes on new world...
Elysia felt that their kaleidascope dream had finally come true.
character of @zacheristtt and drawing of @tanchyjuj
name: Raia
empire: Hydranovan Empire
alias: Twin of the Seas, Acting King of Hydranova, Capitaine des Hydras
age: 900
power: control the seas, manipulate any type of water form, turn into a hydra
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'3
unique physical features: his arms have translucent scales that are only seen when he enters the water
kind of clothes they wear: to represent the connection between him and water, raia wears a robe that covers half of his upper body, a shell necklace overlapping his chest, knee high boots covered by his chiton-like dress
Personality
personality: cocky, stupid, very loud. He can be a jerk but he knows his values. When it comes to serious situations, he shows another side of him that is the complete opposite of the rowdy him
fav things: the ocean, his trident, pissing off kleio, playing instruments, sleeping under the sea, styling his long ass hair
least fav things: waking up early, having to read thick books about the laws in Hydranova, he's also scared of losing kleio
pet peeve: being interrupted, quiet dinner time, losing to someone obviously weaker than him
habit of theirs (body movement, etc): sleeping under the ocean, collecting pretty seashells
Lore
With Lord Polaris and Lady Astra's love for each other flourishing, their love bore fruit.
The Twins of the Seas and Stars were born.
Raia, the inheritor of the Great Hydras, grew up to learn of the way of the water.
He saw how land meets the sea, the wonders of the underworld. His father had guided him through the depths and taught him that you are the greatest power you can obtain.
By the time King Polaris submitted his humanity to the demonic hydras corrupting his mind, Raia was already qualified to take over.
Soon, Raia became the Acting King.
He did whatever was within his reach to protect this land.
Even if it meant that he'd go against himself.
character of @zacheristtt and drawing of @tanchyjuj
name: Kleio
empire: Hydranovan Empire
alias: Twin of the Stars, Commander of the Hydranovan Military Forces
age: 900
power: manipulate the stars, create new constellations, use spells which involve the galaxy
Physical Appearance
height: 6'0
unique physical features: Kleio has a crescent moon tattoo with rays on his chest. This is in born to those who inherit the power of the stars
kind of clothes they wear: just think of kenshin uesugi from ikemen sengoku but the color palette is purple, dark blue and white - zacherist
Personality
personality: smartass, the mature one, pretty quiet. The literal opposite of Raia. He's serious most of the time but he knows how happiness works.
fav things: the dagger Astra gave, stargazing, cooking, witnessing Raia getting an earful
least fav things: raia shouting, raia being a jerk, raia being embarrassing, being reminded of his mom's death
pet peeve: raia
habit of theirs (body movement, etc): he has a diary where he writes about his everyday life
Lore
Just where the horizons meet the stars, a new light has risen.
The chosen one to continue the Scintillan bloodline, arrives.
Kleio, the inheritor of the Cosmic Stars, made his way into life by living the way of the sky.
Everything he knows of came from his mother, who then introduced him to the powers he has yet to discover. How the stars illuminate, the spells to control them...
Astra's explosion then came. The day of his worst nightmares. His mother, his northern star, has vanished.
Kleio takes on the mission to fulfill his mother's dreams, and follow the path she took.
Kleio now became the Commander, specializing in spells and being the head of the whole military.
He wanted to make sure his name will be written down in history.
Not only for his great works..
But also his betrayal.
drawing of @tanchyjuj and character of the Funeral People
name: Tempest
empire: none
alias: Shards of Trepidation, The Automaton of God
age: Unknown
power: In a world filled with magic that can be seen by mortals, Tempest is seen using advanced technology using metal scraps from all parts of the world. Robots, bombs, robots with gods magic, all piercing into one’s skin. No wonder they’re called the Automaton of God, the Shards of Trepidation.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5’11, with all of the robotic parts on their legs and hills, 6’1
unique physical features: They have a crows mask, covering the half of their face. Despite all these types of clothing, they still choose to wear a nice, fancy purple hat on their head. A poor quality cape that they willingly wear, a glove that has all these mechanical features on it. No one knows what it does except for them. Under their clothes, metal digs under their skin, wires tend to poke out, a heart that runs on oil, they are hidden under the cape they wear and the corset, perhaps they tell a story.
kind of clothes they wear: As one of the designers, it’s all steampunk LMAO - tanchyjuj
Personality
personality: They have no chill, literally. Born with a made heart, a copy of gods eyes, Tempest was basically coded as a war machine. Destined to destroy, destined to take over the whole world and destroy it. They speak in a very fancy yet terrifying way, they aren’t that straight forward. They speak in riddles and rhymes, just imagine the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Jinx combined. Though they are insane, they are fair, and if you’d make a deal with them (a miracle), they’d genuinely promise and be honest.
fav things: Other than committing every crime in humanity that has arson under its label, Tempest like knitting. They need a break from working with solid and hard things like the metal, they need to touch something soft from time to time.
least fav things: People breaking off deals and they’re already in the middle of doing it, or just not promising and being honest in a deal.
pet peeve: Boring people, like, BRING in a fight, give them a challenge like damn.
“Oh, now you’re just going to run off with your little legs and hide behind the tree? There is a building right there with weapons to fight me, how boring of you! I expect more from you, you know?”
habit of theirs (body movement, etc): Adjusting their glove after every little thing they do. Sneaking up on people (They somehow walk very quietly, even with their heels).
Lore
Born with the unkind hands of man, a robotic man that is yet filled with the human blood of mankind awoke, with the help of man and the power of the gods.
A half robot, half man, yet a god, their existence of the world was seen as inconceivable, yet they had a purpose. To destroy, to test the world and its gods if they are capable of war. It was time to put them all to a test.
It was unfortunate for the creators themselves to die by their very own creation.
The Shards of Trepidation, the Automaton of God, a design of the end to the world of creators.
Because why not?
Other Things
Most robotic scraps and the magic behind them come from other gods Tempest has defeated. In the upcoming lore, they capture these gods and place their magic in these gems that symbolizes them, upon activating their magic, they release some sort of version where their minds are stuck and are under the command of Tempest.
#funeralgods#acarden#astran#elysia#raia#kleio#tempest#original character#oc#lore#fantasy#action#angst?
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I can't wait until you open up for commissions. Do you have a page that has your rules/regulations?
Not yet!! I might write one when I get back from Uni later! sdlmf
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Help Out If You Can
http://hrmstoker.wordpress.com/2013/03/23/lets-raise-the-stakes/
I know a writer that is in need of donations. As I know not everyone can give financially, I'd appreciate it if you can reblog this.
I'm channeling Amanda Palmer's spirit of asking, and am asking you to help out if you can. Thank you!
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Get the new Special Double Issue: Aboriginal and Asian Canadian Writers for $10
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What is Love?
Love is the most Google searched word.
It is why she tried to save the Mohawked girl whose hair bled blue in the shower drains.
Only in the dying last breath of the premeditated colour could she detonate howls,
Howls echo back, howling in every room, quaking in the walls, howls trembling
In the bathroom tiles, her collapsed wrists a tremor of reruns.
Love is why the pink wigged boy waited beneath the aloof street lamp of Highway 97,
his knees shiny and red leathered, waiting with one proud hand on a studded hip, waiting
with the other hand hanging,
as he had tried with his pubescent neck.
Waiting, as silvered Toyotas’, scarlet Luminas, and pearly white Fords passed, waiting, headlights dodging responsibility, waiting, for the dark, the stiff jacket of night
to pick up love, waiting beneath the aloof street lamps.
Love is why I had stayed in a circle of broken cycles, forging my own broken rings that I thought meant eternity.
Love is leaving, because love is loving me first before loving another human being.
Love is why on his 23rd birthday I had taped the library rooms pink, filling the empty space with promise cranes,
flying,
airing out
origami globes that waltzed to the silent weighing of hearts beating
out vicious repeats.
Love redeems. (a video poem for this piece will be coming out soon, stay tuned!)
-J.M
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Snowflakes
The moment we're born we're
falling
falling in love
falling asleep
falling
out
into apart
kissing childish cheeks melting
forlorn throats vibrating
winter sleek slicking
back
raven hair combs fiery fox tails
falling.
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Love
I have heard from the dusty breathings of history books and the lullabies of black ivory keys, that music is born from dreams.
I patched a quilt of celestial prophecies and earthly contradictions to lay me down to sleep.
Conjuring Mozart's metronome and Beethoven's deaf screams, Johann instructed me:
Love! Love! Love!
#love#writer#poetry#hitrecord#funeralgods#jadamcdermott#mozart#beethoven#johanne#music#piano#quilt#sleep
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Tumble
Tumble
with me across the navy blue expanse, hole
punched
tumbling into criss
crossed stars, red planets
dwarfing, shrinking
past old lipsticks, worn out
breaths careening, hold on
against the universe. You and
me, fighting, gasping, resisting
through them all:
no oxygen, no turning
back, hold
on.
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Blow! Blow! Blow!
Blow! Blow! Blow!
heal me of my cancerous cells, blow!
raise my father from the leaves, blow! Blow! Blow!
lift our house from the ground, entwine our hands in
to one, blow!
Blow! Blow!
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Follow the Yellow Rabbit
I once had a stuffed yellow rabbit permanently startled by my nonsensical speech.
He was used to stuffed silences and cotton dreams,
not growing
up
falling down
(childhood was just a space in between)
Giggling fingers, I invited him to burrow through sky blue roses, gilded vines
climbing
(follow the silk pajamas)
past chin pimples, fattening
mirrors, period
bed sheets.
(No one comes prepared)
The sheep is bleating for sleep.
I cradle back
down, yellow rabbit stuckinchildhood
memories.
#hitrecord#rabbit#childhood#funeralgods#jadamcdermott#writer#poetry#photography#aliceinwonderland#sheep#sleep#memories
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Death and the Peacock
I.
Death comes when the peacock crows
once, when he cracked from the cosmos yolk,
twice, as a thousand eyes beguiles his bride,
and three times, after
his hen lays her eggs.
II.
The sickle moon turns away,
eye to eye, the blue bird lifts
upon his open grave
again and again, he trills
in Death's face.
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A Reminder
A death happens when a man and
woman meets:
conjoined twins,
separated before birth.
Their perfume entangles the sheets,
red petals spreading—
His ribs find their lost mate,
lost in the briar bush butterflies belly dancing.
Death leans quietly into his spine, a reminder:
the sickle moon cuts in to.
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All Thumbs
She's all thumbs
or maybe it's ink stumps,
connecting dots out of thin air:
a violet for your thoughts.
They say fortune can be told from bones,
broken sticks,
compassing invisible archaeological digs:
she might be a buffalo ghost.
She limps on children feet, watery-eyed and
pinched
lip.
A carcass of doll parts.
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Petroleum
Oil has a way of leaking, finding
cracks
in
contract proof
hulls, pipelines blackening whale lungs freightening leopards
out
of
the sea.
There is a crudeness in all of this.
Money exchange trails my hand,
drip,
your hand,
drip,
leading to the fisted palm wielding umbrellas against petroleum
spills.
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Death Is A Saint
Death is a saintly woman--
hollow
cheeked, stitched-lip.
Pursing,
lockedsmilesinherteeth.
Unveiled--
cobwebbed hair
falters.
Empty sockets: second sight.
Poppies wilting in her roots.
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Teared Locks
Look upon her head locked in locks,
mourning up
done up
as tulips crying
mauve.
Stem
to head,
drinking widow's bed.
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