Peculiar movements hold their sway. Over death, and dreams, and effigies of persuade...
Idols of affections sink headfirst into hearts. Flowers, growing skulls; though lovers collapse centuries apart. I thought I saw him there. Beyond the blue oblivion of fixated stares. Washing the word that fell from my pen; reinventing my despair again. Fevered in those writing errors. Spelling you with me, to quell reality’s terrors...
I was made to flicker in the dark. Toxic rainbows becoming, my most damning evidence of god...
-HMG
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HMG (Pseudonym) (
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