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Soft
footsteps
crush
the
weeping grass
and
worn pebbles
as
I
walk
towards my
dreaming sanctuary
once
upon
a time.
Midnight
covers us
in an
icy
winter
blanket
that lacks
a certain warmth
long yearned for.
My heart
trapped
in
chains of glass
are carrying
dying blossoms
that belong in the sun.
I wished
I had
the gifts
of
the
heavens themselves
instead of the c0des
To asph0dels" lives
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THOUGHTLESS │✔️
PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
