New Romance Poem by Miss Unknown Empty

New Romance



In new romance with blackness burst the thread of last words
off the tangled spool.
Where glare, too many pictured kingdoms
painting bullets a missile girdled by noble goals the heroic of soulful
minds weaves through.
Imagined jungles to a bootleg party of rainbow chiefs, where beauty whimpers of exhaustion and the melody soon ends.

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