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Silent dream Ripples
She breathes corrosive nightmares
oceanic fears.
Fermented Roses
Sweet intoxicated hopes
Alone she hungers.
The dead bleached feathers
demons knocking at her heart's
door, as she slumbers.
Again She Wanders.
On and on she fights nightmares
again she wanders.
Comments (1 Comments)
- Rocker_Of_Fantasy - 06/23/2009
- lovely writing, deep and thought appealing
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