Dreaming dreamy branches
of tall trees,
Dreading dreary pages
Of fallen leaves
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Day: August 28, 2016
Lilith walked fre
Breathing again
Letting down my hair
Τhese curly red locks
Putting on my dress
That silk ocean gown
I ran into you,
With bruised feet
And bleeding wrists.
Τhese curly red locks
Putting on my dress
That silk ocean gown
I ran into you,
With bruised feet
And bleeding wrists.
So much for romance
Her voice faded
Echoing its evanescence
Into nothingness.
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He stood naked
He stood
Naked
And incapable
To toss
The spiders
Away.
Naked
And incapable
To toss
The spiders
Away.
You always tasted
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
Cinnamon.”
Breathing heavily
And running running running
Through the meadow
Passing by
Black trees and
Pale roses
The mud inside her nails
The dust inside her veins
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
And running running running
Through the meadow
Passing by
Black trees and
Pale roses
The mud inside her nails
The dust inside her veins
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
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