I dreamt of a creature coming from aether
Someone that ate poetry for breakfast
So consumed in his own world
That was unable to function in this world
Someone that fed his demons
Before his body
Someone that sang aether songs
I would like to observe him from afar
Be cautious not to touch his energy when I got close
Because you know I am polluted
I am a mortal
It feels I only destroy with these hands on some days.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Comments2
Mystical and fanciful it speaks from another world. Well done
Thank you a lot SorrenBaret.
Very welcome
How dreamy! Enjoyed this one.
Thank you. 🙂
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