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Blacks howling

A continuation of howling at the moon. A poets journey of self healing that used to contain lamination of love, courtship, and chasing. It will now be filled love,patience, and love letters to thee. You know who you are.
4 months ago. August 6, 2024 at 1:29 PM

In search of gold we lost our diamonds,

Now we relive the past behind us,

Sleeping beauty now in horror screaming,

No longer magic we are believing,

A past haunts like future endeavors,

It chains us, trying to bind in forevers,

As true loves kiss, it holds its place,

Flustered beautiful face to face,

But those Diamonds were not gone,

They hung above all along,

Holded hand without revery,

Broken hearts no longer emery,

Lost is Hades to faded memory,

Oh to find her my Persephone,

Perfuming bliss and memory,

Like hands that held all along,

Chorded notes illuminous song,

Styx on sticks, drumming loud,

It ran, it ran away the clouds,

Now the moon shies on,

True love was never gone.


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