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Subject: Period poetry

plasma40 14.12.22 - 08:57am
I see her in my sleep
She walks the halls and calls to me
wild rose all alive with fire can I quench her desire? Would I dare to take my only chance
try to shape her heart with these broken hands
even while her thorns make me bleed? I'll chase her like the setting sun but she evaporates like dew
I'm left with just another empty morning.. * +

deusexmachina 14.12.22 - 11:17am
Ha. *

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