On my pedestal:
Reason for life?
Art? Murder.
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On my pedestal:
Reason for life?
Art? Murder.
Life?
Strict Elemental arrangement.
Death?
Disarrangement of Elements.
Golden blue
burn the skies
with setting sun
Thought the setting sun,
days of youth, nevermore
A raven flies
bearing dead souls
through darkness
Lets not talk
of Minos,
his spirit roams.
Light of flame flickers
within a dancers eye
A beautiful thought
wrapped up
in your smile :)
Sweetly sing
Nightingale
songs of
love and woe
Behold the Sweet
and ragged
soul of peaches
Languid
beneath the trees
a cool Autumn
breeze
rife protection
in complements,
the pursuit of preys
Waiting
forever
within the space
of a day
Remember one thing:
tears are hilarious
in retrospect.
class slated for tomorrow
knows more
better off