When I spoke your
name—it turned
on the moon.
The sun began
to burn with
passion;
passion;
it scorched the
land with jealousy.
The earth began
to tremble,
trying to shake
me awake.
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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Curiosity got the better of me and I was forced to consult the Oracle in order to ascertain whether Zelotypophobia was in fact a real or registered word.....
What was the conclusion my friend?😁😁😁
Powerful indeed such passion is terrifying and maybe dangerous. Very nicely written.
Thank you! I’m considering expanding on it.
You are most welcome
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