Aaron Lynn Poems

In grief, I spotted two crystals.
Across the flame-drenched fields.
They were leaking and appeared pitiful.
So I wandered to them and stood.
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Embody me, my majesty.
Strengthen these delicate veins.
For morbidity, for the holy.
For the innocents that were slain.
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Beware the surrounding beasts.
They'll consume you, remain descrete.
Luring you in with misleading lines.
No one will hear your pitiful cries.
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You benefited my existence.
Revived my inner blissful flame.
With heartfelt intention.
I made it my mission.
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My pen aligns you with my mind.
Such a maddening and transcendent art.
Still, I'm aware that all of my miseries.
Only exist within my heart.
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Jump off the blinding carousel.

Look at your essence with open eyes.
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When my pleasant dream erodes.

And every heart has turned to stone.
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You're wide awake at dawn.

In fear of that glimmering, icy blade.
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The aura around me may dim.

But never will wither away.
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