Luciel Dawning Poems

She sat on her burning birthday cake,
Realising that some things do change.
She cries out an ocean, a river, a lake
Drowning everything within her range...
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It's almost as if the feather stopped turning.
The point hit the mark
Of a pitiful love,
Not decency.
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While some forgotten ashes scatter,
I become no more than a sick lump,
Coughing up smoke,
Breaking into a chain of misery;
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In a town of senseless homes
Where she first wrote the story of a lifetime
His sobriquet laid between two Golden Dancers
Underneath a roof of black.
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The sweetest flames die like angels.
What I once possessed
Is now turned to delinquency.
Swifter now, it falls
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Your storm came
Then left, with the ships chasing after it
What seemed like normal chatter
Suddenly became violent bickering in your ears
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Goodbye baby.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
The words feel sour.
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