vida-crow - Hello Poetry

And maybe they are strange, strange children who are tired, tired [But a tired that sleep won't fix]

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC

And maybe they are strange, strange children who are tired, tired [But a tired that sleep won't fix]

*Hide your eyes, darling,* he tells me. And takes my hand as we jump into a wonderland *[And we are all lost souls here]*

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC

To Wonderland

*Hide your eyes, darling,* he tells me. And takes my hand as we jump into a wonderland *[And we are all lost souls here]*

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A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC

Tempt

A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]

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A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC

Tempt

A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]

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And you burn me With your gall And rasping beauty Fused into tarnish and gold

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC

Body Gold

And you burn me With your gall And rasping beauty Fused into tarnish and gold

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He is torn between two royals, blue blood, pretty eyes. One is his master, his King. The other holds his heart captive, greedy, greedy. She is porcelain skin, ****** hair. Her mouth is a wicked creature, poison her weapon of choice (And how she has poisoned him) She lusts for the throne He thwarts her at every turn Its a strange game, tearing each other apart

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC

Court of Games

He is torn between two royals, blue blood, pretty eyes. One is his master, his King. The other holds his heart captive, greedy, greedy. She is porcelain skin, ****** hair. Her mouth is a wicked creature, poison her weapon of choice (And how she has poisoned him) She lusts for the throne He thwarts her at every turn Its a strange game, tearing each other apart

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Pocket full of iron, Pull silver from my throat Iodine stained grin Tip back nickel and tin (Is that the taste of blood or pennies in my mouth?)

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC

Chemistry

Pocket full of iron, Pull silver from my throat Iodine stained grin Tip back nickel and tin (Is that the taste of blood or pennies in my mouth?)

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You hold my hand and sing ashes, ashes, We run to the forest, fingers burning. (I blow mine out) You sing we all fall down, and the world is a pyre

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC

Posies

You hold my hand and sing ashes, ashes, We run to the forest, fingers burning. (I blow mine out) You sing we all fall down, and the world is a pyre

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Oh no He thinks as the screams begin. He forgot to wash the blood off his hands [He's gotten sloppy]

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC

Sloppy

Oh no He thinks as the screams begin. He forgot to wash the blood off his hands [He's gotten sloppy]

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She finds it odd That the two of them [A crow and a ghost] Cast no shadow *[And he finds it hysterical That he can creep up on her And steal her away in the dark of morning]*

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC

Shadow

She finds it odd That the two of them [A crow and a ghost] Cast no shadow *[And he finds it hysterical That he can creep up on her And steal her away in the dark of morning]*

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