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Little shadow          harked madam a bird who wears her wings only as wardrobe   (though she dreams    in fits of infantasy)   dusty in her bedroom in trust to her headspace       an attic dweller     home school tutored a burden to her wellspring    and buried to her title                       averted          feet behind the curtain little shadow          with the unclaimed the name of             Elizabeth                **          A foe in the night an aviary of the berserk :           vocal nicker and disputes at high frenzy   lend from her garret uneasy on the household coughing up all of the family   cussing from their berths the awoken shamble and mumble in the hallway   move in a broken thread up to her attic    they’ll crack open her privacy      and find her fast out on the bedding you can’t spell that to her ghost         in Elizabeth’s sleep     it’s sprung from its host a living haunting a messed up devotion   expresses itself on the family    enforces itself emotionally the hallways are trailed     with dried flowers    and stinging nettles don’t tread the halls at night without a pair of slippers
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Ophelia lives in the attic [Ophelia - Part 1]
Little shadow          harked madam a bird who wears her wings only as wardrobe   (though she dreams    in fits of infantasy)   dusty in her bedroom in trust to her headspace       an attic dweller     home school tutored a burden to her wellspring    and buried to her title                       averted          feet behind the curtain little shadow          with the unclaimed the name of             Elizabeth                **          A foe in the night an aviary of the berserk :           vocal nicker and disputes at high frenzy   lend from her garret uneasy on the household coughing up all of the family   cussing from their berths the awoken shamble and mumble in the hallway   move in a broken thread up to her attic    they’ll crack open her privacy      and find her fast out on the bedding you can’t spell that to her ghost         in Elizabeth’s sleep     it’s sprung from its host a living haunting a messed up devotion   expresses itself on the family    enforces itself emotionally the hallways are trailed     with dried flowers    and stinging nettles don’t tread the halls at night without a pair of slippers
neth-jones
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
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