Authority demands Access, To the fictions Of my truth, And I am nobody In repute.
Cover up the Cold.
The lowly please at stages Of developed unease, Is begging for a More delicate Refrain of pain.
Fireside Tradition.
Entirely important in days, That for relapse of retelling Have mentored dreams, Inspecting as expecting Intending respect In their ways.
Scurrying Worriers.
Oh, for the scurrying worriers Looking and seeing it all, Focused on time itself Tracking the folds They’ve already met. […]
Brightness Bloom.
Though she took The flame Inside her now, She would live It through, Until she burned in Brightness bloom So […]
Blankets that Never Reach.
Needs are a furious Find, When I am always Fueling myself Behind.
Mischief and The Girl Above The Bed.
At Least.
Trivial, it will pass, just a phase, there is nothing you can to do about it, when do we get […]
The Jaded Empress.
I see you Through my Scars.
The Absurdity Of Loneliness.
My dots along the cell line, Are a miracle of a smudge A colony of civilization, In a person Made […]
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