Kindling flames underneath a boiling sea.
Euphoria tilts the oncoming needs.
of those deer creature whom lay beneath.
a threshold that belongs to a old creed.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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Butter, there’s something eerie moving through this...fire, sea, old belief, strange creatures. It left me curious. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I misspelled dear
Reading this I think of those hot vents at the bottom of the trench that gives life to different forms of creatures. Nicely written it speaks as well in metaphor to all of life that came from the sea. I think you meant dear rather than deer but I could be off on this as well.
Yep, I realized my mistake quickly but I don’t care to edit. Also I was thinking of the thermal vents ,that even once the sun dies will still have life coming on around them for possibly many years after.
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