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Without a doubt The faith was lost Below the salt. Dawn's eyes Not so much Viridian, Slightly less... Herbal. Dusk swims up its favorite tree And collapses Dead as death. Dragon's Breath Cascades the mountainside In Red fury. The Sun sweats U.V. afterbirth, Drought frenzy, And carmine fissures. Flooding eyelids, And my minds eye. Ethereal starkness Sunbathes in the Sundries Of a maniac.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Morning
Without a doubt The faith was lost Below the salt. Dawn's eyes Not so much Viridian, Slightly less... Herbal. Dusk swims up its favorite tree And collapses Dead as death. Dragon's Breath Cascades the mountainside In Red fury. The Sun sweats U.V. afterbirth, Drought frenzy, And carmine fissures. Flooding eyelids, And my minds eye. Ethereal starkness Sunbathes in the Sundries Of a maniac.
my favorite i've ever written.
david-jm
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
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