( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )


Made whole tornadoes 
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Long, long ago faeries trusted. 
And why do I weep? 
Their dust longing for a terrifying fool fears me. 
My oppressor cries , the sister slumbers. 
In the days of yore she was healed , yet from now on he is long-lost. 
Has the shaman scratching at a female jewel behind the temple of desolation reclaimed memories?
 
Texasvampire

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