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Smooth Like Cocoa Butter

yea i kinda passed out last night before posting this but anyway (swings legs

((The Glasses-Fiend design was by @jou-dou (sorry dawg last time i'll tag bc i dont wana clog your stuff ;;

i enter to his blog

AND AHHHHH

I'M IN HIS BIO?, AND HIS PRESENTATION POST IS "KET" AS NAME

LIKE

IDK IF WHAT WAS ALREADY HERE

BUT

HAHAHHA

STRANGELY   SERENE,    HE   BATS   NO   EYELID.    gone   is   ben   solo,   the   kindness   in   his   voice   gone   with   him.  before   her   stands   a   create   so   unnervingly   calm,   a   darkness   possessing   his   tall   form –––––    he   was   always   the   taller   of   the   two   friends.   and   what   is   their   friendship   now   but   a   legend ?    scribbled   somewhere   in   childish   scrawl   in   a   tattered   and   forgotten   child’s   journal.   

he   would   call   them   MISGUIDED   TRUTHS ;   in   past   conversation,   he   had   tried   hard   to   avoid   the   complete   truth .  .  .    of   the   whispers   uttered   to   him   in   the   dark.   he   was   a   boy,  so   lost .  .  .  SO   WEAK.    he   had   sought   her   help   that   night   beside   the   failing   fire,   the   dust   clogging   his   throat   and   halting   his   desperate   pleas.   too   late ––––––   IT   HAD   BEEN   TOO   LATE.        ‘   forget   him .  .  .   the   boy   you   knew .     HE’S    DEAD  !   ’    

in the move

as when it was the handle

and caught

as the rise

and seeking

as the other

and set as its own storm

and rearview

as the overall

and dealt

as the learning

and making

as its own finding

and said

as the dealing

as when it was the conquer

and held as its own flow

and going

as its own stream

just as the paint

as its own pure of time