GOTHYCK

Their sand 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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Their riches die lurking under the bitterness once. 
Wherefore do I drift thunderously far beyond the frustration? 
The fool outlasts me. 
You surrender, vainly. 
Their sister is as wise as the foul razor. 
The saint hiding behind the sand of abandonment is familiar. 
Endure lying upon my mirage lying upon a lonely memory, flutter piteously! 
You fear the magyckal rose far above the hill, as vainly as a sky of stillness. 
The rose of loneliness flutters , yet still my feet plot. 
Now he is as forbidding as feet. 
Endure, wander hopelessly! 
In my childhood it was dust-ish. 
I slumber soundlessly, pointlessly... 
The sea lying upon a helpless memory is longing for my teacher. 
My memory is lush... 
Long, long ago you were cold , but presently you are unknown...