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Awesome Annie Mar 2016
Tucked within the mountain of Promise, just past the forest of Truth. Runs a stream that glistens of dreams, and grants eternal youth.

Fairy's dance among the flowers, and sing a song of grace. Always adding into fable, another fortunate travelers face.

The stream glistens in the sun, and it's allure will steal your breath. One drop that passes through your lips, will save your soul from death.

Some will spend forever looking, desperate to stop youth from fading. Endlessly searching for this fountain, they waste life away crusading.

Be careful what you wish for, it's the warning the wind will softly tell. I'm forever blessed in beauty, but ****** for eternity between heaven and hell.
Awesome Annie Apr 2021
Tucked within the mountain of Promise, just past the forest of Truth. Runs a stream that glistens of dreams, and grants eternal youth.

Fairy's dance among the flowers, and sing a song of grace. Always adding into fable, another fortunate travelers face.

The stream glistens in the sun, and it's allure will steal your breath. One drop that passes through your lips, will save your soul from death.

Some will spend forever looking, desperate to stop youth from fading. Endlessly searching for this fountain, they waste life away crusading.

Be careful what you wish for, it's the warning the wind will softly tell. I'm forever blessed in beauty, but ****** for eternity between heaven and hell.
Poetic T Jul 2017
By the water fountain
he lingers hidden from
gazes of others as he is
woeful of his gluttony.

Clambering upon silent
streams that are evaporated
dreams, their  nightmares
are his thirst as he sips slowly.

Fruit may birth from this stream
but he holds back not to let these
waters flow upon the thirsty.
He looks behind with each sip held.

This abandoned monolith of mans
fallen creation, seeds of glass feed
upon the sun. Feeding this abandoned
fountain, secrets are drank slowly..
Thunderstorm Nov 2014
You make me glad
I use ink, not blood
To write with,
Other days
You make me wish
I used razor blades,
Not fountian pens.

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