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There is a void between my eyes, and in it, I dream the sunrise. I know it's time to wake. Kicking the welcoming sheets from my form, I manage to restart my morning cycle. Dress, brush my teeth, my hair, and try not to be caught.
My home is my territory, a cracked stone fortress among hundreds, thousands of pitter-patter feet that pass by without a suspicion on why someone like me couldn't find a more accommodating locale. I may be strange, but I am not unlikable. The answer is: if I leave my crumbling rock to nature and greedy others, it will die. And I will too.
But solitude gives me a reprieve.
I'm exhausted of the stereotypes, labeling and strangling me as 'different' and 'dangerous' because I have something no one else holds. I am 'creepy' because I don't speak to many others. I am 'delusional' because I can hear the ghosts wailing in your souls. I am 'psychotic' because I can unlock my mind's full potential instead of crushing it in human, confined walls others allow themselves to be imprisoned in.
I am unusual, but I am whole. I am one, and I am nothing.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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2/30
Summer burns its spine
into my shoulders through the asphalt
and I cry the lullabies
my mother used to sing me
//bury the memories underneath my
fingernails like a splinter that will never heal//
//only to bare my teeth
when my tongue finds its blackened corner//
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Absence
there is snow all around
and we have invited you in
but silence falls like night
and the winds carry no sound
I remember; it was by the river
when you carried me on your shoulders
I covered your eyes with my hands
and there was laughter
It was in the woods, I remember
you taught me to ski
it was getting dark already
and there was still a long way to go
and yet there was no rush
and we talked about the stars
I remember; It was by the sea
already after everything changed
on a cold day still full of joy
when we were all brought together;
there were few words, even then
but we could still see the shine
and the pride in your eyes
as I took h
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I'm sorry to say that these won't be updated very frequently, since it takes so long for me to think of proper plotlines. 
On other news: I'm almost through with the next part of Black Widow. It's been too long. It shall be here soon. 
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I saw that you are seeking feedback and I'd like to offer some of my thoughts. My goal here is to be honest- as I like people to be honest with me about my own work, AND I am a big fan of sci-fi and fantasy literature. So… here goes!
Let's start with the first sentence. In my humble opinion, that first sentence kind of confused me.
I dream the sunrise in the void between my eyes, and I know it's time to wake.
I feel like the wording is a bit…off. Perhaps just the addition of the word 'of' could be beneficial: I dream of the sunrise in the void between my eyes.
Having said that, the rest of the paragraph is good- the mention of his 'cycle' and trying not to get caught is intriguing- makes me want to read on and find out WHAT he would be caught doing.
The second paragraph is a nice follow up to the first- you're giving the reader more clues about your character but you aren't giving away everything- leaving a mystique which is interesting. And that last sentence? Good. Very good.
I like your decision to make "But if I am alone, then I'm still breathing." a lone sentence. It lends a nice break in the flow, an emphasis on a singular point- he's still breathing.
Love your use of 'strangling' in the next paragraph- very visceral, very strong.
The contraduction in the last sentence is nice- it makes me want more- makes me want to know everything about this character- which, in my opinion is the perfect start to a longer story.
I would score this highest in impact and vision. As far as grammar goes…I am no expert in that field, but I found nothing that I would change, and I've read enough of your work to be confident in your grammar skills.
Overall, an intriguing read, a cluster of words that make me want more, which I think is the ultimate compliment.
I hope this is helpful, and please feel free if you'd like to discuss!