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Sep 2019
As the roses are blood red from their holders & the untouched land with the blackest of black blood from the stylograph & the tears of the broken hearted a demon of peace & war & of mother proclivity her eyes glow of pale icy blue sat underneath the oceanic sky as she longed of her former inamorata but a small child like part of her significant other despises her inamorata for they broke her significant other almost into twos she fears for her enchanted rose beneath her ***** & her young demon to which beheld a beautiful ghost white rose that was where there ***** lays the rose bloomed oh so beautifully beneath the demon’s fatherly glistenin’ eyes which glowed a milky white as he starts to sing his nightly howl of a tune, his tune flowed through their hair & gently rubbed against their hands & their faces as the demon watched her young dance with the stars that flown around them & the mother demon sang along as their pack of wolves howl & ran around the two but as the beauty of day rises the stars & the wolves fade into smoke & as mother & child fade as ashes & went up to the fatherly glistenin’ eyes where they forevermore lay at rest..
I don’t have a better way to explain a bit on the poem but it’s on both love & despise & i’m sure a handful of people feel this way, they want to be loved & feel like they are high above the clouds & stars but that little fear grows in because you don’t want another broken heart i’m honestly 100% like that ever since my last ex left me & since now i’m a soon to be mom..
Mary Rios
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Mary Rios  19/F/Mission, Texas
(19/F/Mission, Texas)   
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