I felt like writing a poem about life
but then something else caught my eye
little Bow-Peep going far far astray.
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Circles of emotions.
Doubts that are empowering,
is a flame warm?
Does the snow mean winter?
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My walls are of glass.
The Lord has washed them,
They are the purest that they have ever been.
My glass used to be brown with filth.
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Echoes
Echoes in the dark
Teeth being the main attraction.
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Stars are bright in a moonless sky.
Grass frosty in the early morning dew
The ocean water is lapping the sand
as if it will never see it again
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Death has a strange appearance,
He comes to reap your soul,
before your thoughts can construct.
you sway back and forth in a black void,
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She stands by a frosted window.
Snow lays on her lover, Ground.
She's looking into a lighted room,
the warmth keeps the frost demons out.
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One day follows the next,
Time is relative.
Life is your making.
Your tongue slithers.
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Conjuring up yourself.
Talking,
but the words are empty.
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Witches pick out their best masks.
Ghouls get their best suits.
Vampires sharpen their teeth
to the point of perfection.
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