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“Still the piercing arson lingers
Underneath flesh and ribs;
Still awoken by the mingling foul blood.
Dancing rapids —
Instead of waters, standing, idling by
So will I rest
As I let the melancholy rhythm of waves
skim along my flesh and skin.
Mind full of euphoria
witnessing the payment for the price
Such miserable will be vain.
— The mind,
As it turns into twisted celestial bodies
Carving out these wretched word
— lips, aiding the bitter, hushed:
“For now the flourished painting is I.””
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[I]Underneath flesh and ribs;
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╰┈➤AAA sorry for no Christmas-themed poems, I was busy celebrating w my
family :(
Comments (1)
your posts always have such great aesthetics omg with the text borders and such :sob: