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A rolling ocean, a plea of pain, watch me In shades of purples, browns and indigo, Within shades of azure, slate and arctic, I grasp within the walls if inseparable grief, A capsule of destruction Clutched, sculpted and caressed Ashes have come to me in colours And you came to me in memories Faded ones where I could dream of Beach waters that kissed my toes And roads in December, deep in snow. Skies of blue, mulberry- A scarlet coloured scar, crimson rivers and bricks Contorted with pain, ****** with metals like Bronze and gold to shine, smile, dazzled with a Little of cherry wine. Burnt parchments and withered ivory, Years of snow later, chiffon laced mistake that tasted like poison I stowed under My tongue, whispers of dearth powders that Screamed of betrayal and hurt, All the people who loved me With silver pepper and creamy salt, I walk away from them and scream into a Void, a word that spells like love Something flies out like miserable-looking butterflies and I watch the people who Love me burn, all the while whispering Just please, never return.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
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A rolling ocean, a plea of pain, watch me In shades of purples, browns and indigo, Within shades of azure, slate and arctic, I grasp within the walls if inseparable grief, A capsule of destruction Clutched, sculpted and caressed Ashes have come to me in colours And you came to me in memories Faded ones where I could dream of Beach waters that kissed my toes And roads in December, deep in snow. Skies of blue, mulberry- A scarlet coloured scar, crimson rivers and bricks Contorted with pain, ****** with metals like Bronze and gold to shine, smile, dazzled with a Little of cherry wine. Burnt parchments and withered ivory, Years of snow later, chiffon laced mistake that tasted like poison I stowed under My tongue, whispers of dearth powders that Screamed of betrayal and hurt, All the people who loved me With silver pepper and creamy salt, I walk away from them and scream into a Void, a word that spells like love Something flies out like miserable-looking butterflies and I watch the people who Love me burn, all the while whispering Just please, never return.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
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