Through hazy mirrors
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy
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This blog will mainly be featuring all of my poetry and only rarely will I blog about my daily life. All that you need to know is within my poetry. :)
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