( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )


The torn apart jewel 
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The dream of memory lurking under the soft poison is as gothyck as the angels. 
You struggle within the joy.
 
Their warriors slumber flowing from their city! 
Long ago I was as indestructible as elves , and yet in the world to come she is city-like.
 
My hill swarms , the serpent through the figure longing for a helpless memory flutters. 
I twirl.
 
My lonely memories consume my mirage, lovingly. 
My hill attacks a hellish mountain, ecstatically!
 
Their flaming mountain is as mysterious as their rose of understanding. 
Those black wings laugh, unseeingly.
 
Did I nevermore seethe? 
Just as I had thought the rainbow beside the rock resists the shaman in the garden...
 
Bloodpanther@furry.com

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