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Queen of spectral shadows hiding in her mirror with a gossamer shawl coiled upon her nape. Where sunbeams drape, she refuses to appear -- a hostage of somber fear not longing for escape. The waterfall's frozen over, the river no longer pours when love cannot show her the daylight anymore. Mystic maiden in a labyrinth of graves clinging to her orisons that go unheard. The story's blurred by prolix waves -- we could paraphrase but the poets are lost for words. The canopy's an illusion, the firmament splits at the seams when love feels like an intrusion that stalks in her fortress of dreams.
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Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 7:59 AM UTC
Shalott
Queen of spectral shadows hiding in her mirror with a gossamer shawl coiled upon her nape. Where sunbeams drape, she refuses to appear -- a hostage of somber fear not longing for escape. The waterfall's frozen over, the river no longer pours when love cannot show her the daylight anymore. Mystic maiden in a labyrinth of graves clinging to her orisons that go unheard. The story's blurred by prolix waves -- we could paraphrase but the poets are lost for words. The canopy's an illusion, the firmament splits at the seams when love feels like an intrusion that stalks in her fortress of dreams.
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Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 7:59 AM UTC
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