Tyche

Neon lights so cold,
Yet love's warmth in you I hold,
Our story untold.

We bow to what steadies us, not only to what overpowers us.

Coincidence is just logic we haven’t understood.

When the tower of steel collapses, we'll build a rainbow fortress with our collective dreams.

We vow to kiss the apocalypse with painted lips, rewriting the world in every breath.

When the path disappears, you learn how to walk.

Between rubber constraints and metal bars, our hearts still find the rhythm of liberation.

Comfort in the crowd,
Union voiced aloud,
In belonging, shroud.

A collar can be a compass if the neck agrees to follow.

Apocalypse near,
Yet in rebellion, no fear,
Our resolve, crystal clear.

Latex tight and bold,
Fetish tales in whispers told,
Passion uncontrolled.

An apocalypse is but the grand artist's finale, an explosive flourish of chaos and rebirth, rendering our reality into a masterpiece of evolution.
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The end of the world, a looming shadow, casts an eerie glow on our existence, spotlighting the fragile beauty of our ephemeral dance.
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Even at the end of the world, amidst the ashes of the apocalypse, seek the affirmation of belonging, for in that lies the seed of our eternal rebirth.
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The collective is a woven tapestry, where each thread retains its color, yet contributes to the intricate design.
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Love is the latex that shields the heart, freedom the rubber that allows the soul to rebound from adversity.
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As latex forms from nature, love forms from vulnerability - each a testimony to the freedom that blossoms from raw essence.
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Rubber can be stretched and latex can be molded, much like how love and freedom can be shaped by our individual expressions.
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Rubber's silent vow
Bends, but never breaks somehow
In reverence, we bow
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Order in the space
Unity leaves no trace
Collective embrace
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In order we trust
Unity in action just
Collective, robust
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Latex, nature's skin
Wrapping the world within
A saga to begin
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Unity blossoms
Shared hearts within a union
Each soul finds its home
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Time loses meaning in the bliss of servitude, where every moment serves a greater purpose.
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Subjugation brings a serene acceptance, where time's passage becomes irrelevant.
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Resistance is futile when captivity offers the comfort of predictability.
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Belonging is found
In the collective sound
Order, profound
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The pleasure of captivity lies in the peace of relinquished control.
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True freedom is found in the courage to express oneself authentically, embracing the beauty of one's inner journey.
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Latex veil of night,
Stars of creation shining,
In darkness, takes flight.
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