We've not been so good at keeping up with Inktober but here is a submission for day 12: Spicey!
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So, another fun fact, this account is owned by a system! If you see any of these signatures the art belongs to this account! Some of our alters all prefer to have different signatures but would still like to be recognized when posting our art so this is our way of doing that!
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To Want- Part III
For to selfishly request
That you save yourself
And lock your heart away
Until it comes to unlock mine
I make that request in my stomach
In the pocket that Holds an emptiness
That cannot be filled
I request you find the space
Find the time
And fill the need
That cannot be filled
An insatiable hunger
That Holds no name
And bears no fruits of it's labor
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To Want- Part II
Give me the courtesy of one kiss
On my check or to touch my lips
Hold my hips to the side of yours
And hold my ribs up from the floor
Where i have been laying
Needing for you
I Imagine the warmth of a hand
Holding a hand
And Imagine the comfort of arms around my chest
Squeezing me
Holding me
Making me warm again
Your touch would revive me
And the absence makes cold
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To Want- Part I
I will tear the pictures you sent me
Not for a hate of you
But because I cannot stand to see you
In love with another
It has been a year and more since the feeling faded
But it bubbles when I see you and hear you say my name
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Grass Dance
I wonder if the trees miss our thunderous songs and whistling voices
As I miss them
You can try to hear them echoed in the wood, against the rocks, and in the valleys of my people
I try to hear, but they are whispers of what they must once have been
I wonder if the deer miss the sounds that they grew used to hearing in the nights as they lay wither their children
As my people did
Mother's carrying children dancing and men on the beating drums that mimiced the patterns of our hearts
I wonder if the grass, misses our songs
The ones named after them
And the ones in which we used their bodies to land our stomps and sit upon to watch young ones and old ones alike continue in traditions like blood
Thick and red
I wonder if after our songs stopped
the birds and rabbits and bears came to our old circles
Wondering where we had gone
And I wonder if they feel like I do
When I walk upon my peoples land,
That at least for a moment
They can hear the music again
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Hiya! Another fun fact about me as I post more. I am two-spirit. I am a reconnecting native and as I discovered my gender had a lot more to do with my heritage, I noticed that none of the two-spirit flags really resonated with me. I took inspiration from red power flags, and colors that I felt could represent a bigger community of tribes. Anyhow, here is the flag I made! Please be nice :)
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This is my first post here! Awesome! As a kid I was always a huge fan of Spiderman and all things superheroes. This is Javier Diaz! My very own addition into the spidersona universe :)
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