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licking her wounds
miasma from unknown lands
through time’s faint ruins
comes the impoverished shroud of blue
her hopes raped into the vault of oblivion
discover her essence twisted
as if a wicked finale
her trials end scourged
and shall not be understood
the pulsing fluid plume
blindness, begins to scar
hear her meager spirit call
as if to hazard forth
upon the whirling terrain
such a weary soul
listen to asylums sigh
while she is licking her wounds
I have so much to say to
I have so much to say to this. All of it deep, comforting, and extremely cheesey.
But I wont. I will stick to, This is beautiful. Thank you for letting me read it.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
Wow....bought me back 10
Wow....bought me back 10 yrs.....
Beautiful! The title really
Beautiful! The title really caught my eye.