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Fallen Angel
Red coloured ivies, this raw poisoned vine,A life’s full of niceties that mocks the blind.Oh, lips that burst open and blood dripping coldWished I was never so close to the door;Misery’s silent when minds lost, they loathe. Mid-winter, blue coat and two trembling handsChop pieces of wood not to freeze in painAs ladies are waiting… Continue reading
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Centuries Left
Locked in a cage with nothing to sparebut time by myself for centuries left.Alone in the dark, loud sirens are heardat north-west, afar from seaside I’ll take:two withered sunflowers dragged down in the sand. Where are you going in centuries leftof sickness, decay, stay with the undeadand blessed by starlight through knowledgenot theft, of beautiful… Continue reading