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Jan 2018
This.
A lipstick-stained envelope
Mailed to your front door.
A collection of sonnets
Written on thin paper.
This.
An old map hanging by the corners
Fraying at the edges
Guiding you to here
And there.
This.
A lantern blossoming in flames
Untouched by the mortal eye
And unloved by the iridescent wings.
This.
My collection.
My home.
My requiem.
Feedback is more than welcome.
Madeleine Felix
Written by
Madeleine Felix  F/Eden.
(F/Eden.)   
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         Mermaid, George Baxter, Fawn and Lior Gavra
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