Like daisy’s die from rainless skis,
My mind in purify of decay.
My soul is black, like tasteless night.
My heart won’t fray.
Except to see the dreamless dreams.
On shelves of placenta torn walls.
Relinquish that so wished upon.
Before the mighty fall.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Very poetic words that weave a picture in the mind. Nicely done
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