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Raven flowers don't bloom in may
Eloquent april showers kiss her forehead,
Oath-enriched may flowers fleck his cheeks.
& now there’s rosemary bursting from his venus veins---
ashes aligning in those sickly tear-ducts.
( w h y i s h e w e e p i n g ?)
What a coincidence;
her love was her
and yet his eyes
to the music.
My dragon princess is in love
with a sickly raven boy;
and he’s caught a icy cancer. . .
“Raven boy loves his rosemary”
Look, love’s fingers bittersweetly
entwined with death
...are now limp.
The rain is her
Maybe it wasn’t a drought
Maybe it was
there’s no such thing as too much beauty, on venus,
and there's no such thing as too much rain,
(I'm sorry dragon princess, but not every flower was destined to bloom.)
This was for Belle and Dylan.
My beloved Dragon Princess and My dying Raven Boy.
The Basalisk's Chambers
(The Basalisk's Chambers)
A Cup Of Sunbeams
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