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My imaginary friend, we have known each other since I can remember. As the moon, changes, and becomes round our wishes are kept in a well. Eyes that are cold and bare much like the moons eclipse. You're lifeless eyes share nothing but devious plans to broach me. Every encounter we have the hair on my back and arms start to rise. Halcyon is not ubiquitous in your vocabulary. You will gore me and fiddle in my head till I go insane. As you reach your epilogue, I gaze through the windows and wait if their is vision of your course countenance and when my fears will be met. My friend when did you become so dark? Anxiety became my companion. Yet after a while, I realized it was only the poet within me, wandering through shadows and giving shape to fear. And so, I went back to sleep.
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
The dark poet
My imaginary friend, we have known each other since I can remember. As the moon, changes, and becomes round our wishes are kept in a well. Eyes that are cold and bare much like the moons eclipse. You're lifeless eyes share nothing but devious plans to broach me. Every encounter we have the hair on my back and arms start to rise. Halcyon is not ubiquitous in your vocabulary. You will gore me and fiddle in my head till I go insane. As you reach your epilogue, I gaze through the windows and wait if their is vision of your course countenance and when my fears will be met. My friend when did you become so dark? Anxiety became my companion. Yet after a while, I realized it was only the poet within me, wandering through shadows and giving shape to fear. And so, I went back to sleep.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
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