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Prompt 84
Jaskier is HORRIFIED to realize he left his poetry book in Geralt's bags when they split up for the winter. Now Geralt will read all the poems about how deeply in love Jaskier is with him!!!! Jaskier accidentally left behind a book of poetry in Gerlat's bags when they split for the winter. Geralt doesn't understand a single goddamn thing from the book, but he'll keep it safe for his friend, Jaskier.
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Toi Derricotte, "November"
[text id: oh soul, / i feel cold and unused to/ such space as breath and eternity / around me. / so much room in silence]
Tarkovsky’s Water Flows and falls through flowers and walls And all the sudden you have a life built again somewhere else We’ve Fallen into other hearts Continuously
excerpt from "Tarkovsky's Water" by Kellyn June Lappinga (me)
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“Elegy for a Cave Full of Bones”, John Ciardi
May I be the greatest me
dreams of being nothing
still means something
dreams of peace
still asks for internal battles
dreams like these
knows no limits
for I know that usual desires
ask for too much
it asks for time
for money
for sacrifices
but all my desires need
is for a halt
all I need is to stop wanting
to live wanting nothing
means having everything
\Isles of Midnight/
The Midnight Isles sky is a site to behold A heaven and haven for all the seafolk Years and years unending Stars never let them stray With no Clouds nor Sun to hide their way
So the ships keep sailing Under the Moons and the stars From the Ever lost shores And way past the southern plains No one knows where the night might end
The seafolk will tell you it ends in a city Forever at the edge of dawn Set on the fairest of islands And a belltower engulfed by sun
