i used to soar up high in the
bloody, red skies of passion. slept in bulbous clouds of ecstasy,
drank from the sweet waters of tender love, i dreamt in only peace. yet i craved for something more. so, i ventured out in the forbidden winds, that upheld a gazing terror i knew not of. something that would have become me a constant pain of regrets. i knew not, i was being watched upon, by eyes in the darkness. oh, why did i not hear the pleads of help?ah, how could i?
for i was deafened by their lies and illusions.
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Poetrybiscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1...