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There was a clearing in the darkening wood Where my beauty would come to meet me Blades and grasses of sentience in which I stood Hummed therein a lyric of unequivocal destiny. Tonight my beauty would find me Even when crossing over the yellowing musk Tripping through ivy's tangled eaves. Reverberating seed and floating husk. Even if it was terrified of the darkness, Pinholes in the ceiling extending out of reach Purging the tiger lily, weeping catharsis Veins swelling within birch and beech It would come, following trail and print Drifting with cicada, down feathers of phlox Treading across fragrant stems of peppermint Into Fear's waters, Truth's rising equinox. The sky was a wounded rabbit punctured through, Crippled and limping across thinning treetops Tracing spattered blood of evening dew Breached forest's sharp edge and came to a stop. Dense, wet footfalls swiftly soaked my spine Impaling me with a realization consumingly remote I only so much became the fireflies within the pine That swayed my limbs and took my throat.
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Within The Clearing
There was a clearing in the darkening wood Where my beauty would come to meet me Blades and grasses of sentience in which I stood Hummed therein a lyric of unequivocal destiny. Tonight my beauty would find me Even when crossing over the yellowing musk Tripping through ivy's tangled eaves. Reverberating seed and floating husk. Even if it was terrified of the darkness, Pinholes in the ceiling extending out of reach Purging the tiger lily, weeping catharsis Veins swelling within birch and beech It would come, following trail and print Drifting with cicada, down feathers of phlox Treading across fragrant stems of peppermint Into Fear's waters, Truth's rising equinox. The sky was a wounded rabbit punctured through, Crippled and limping across thinning treetops Tracing spattered blood of evening dew Breached forest's sharp edge and came to a stop. Dense, wet footfalls swiftly soaked my spine Impaling me with a realization consumingly remote I only so much became the fireflies within the pine That swayed my limbs and took my throat.
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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