
In the deep abyss
where dreams become real, she waits
My nightmare awaits
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In the deep abyss
where dreams become real, she waits
My nightmare awaits
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In the wilderness
painted with ranunculus
and carnation hues
She fell inlove with nature
and wore it on her black hair
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One day she’ll conquer
and rule her own Queendom, with
or without a king
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She clinched the still beating heart above the cup, pouring the blood until its very last drop.
“It feels so good to be young!” She smirked.
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Blanket of snowflakes
covered the ground in crisp white
where animals play
against the icy wind and
leave their footprints in the snow
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The forgotten fruits sat stiffly for weeks, slowly transforming their tears into molds.
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Take me back to our secret place
above the hill where the old willow tree
stood for as long as we lived Continue reading “Our Secret Place”
A Lovers’ Quarrel:
Heated words that end up with
cold sweats, broken hearts
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