Suicidal At Night

Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she’d become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness…

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May Be

How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a…

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A Vision in Evanescence

In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…

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