The Compromise
A place Between consciousness and guilt White-washed walls And ivory-tipped wings With bad intentions..
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inferno
I light candles just to blow them out and watch the smoke rise. Lover of poetry.
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Breathsound
Broken glass, frosted over Like ice, Shattering. Piercing Hollowed glory, Nestled in black Like gloved hands At a funeral. Rising cacophony Merging With Our Silent Muted Breathsound.
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Morning Doves
She's veiled by the Cobalt, velveteen Curtains And she overheard her Parents, pretending To write apology notes Insincere, And scripted.
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Winter's Wings
Coarse hands, cupped around a butterfly, wings folded, wilted Like petals. The color of blush, against pale cheeks, skin stark, ashen Like ghosts..
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