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Turn A Leaf
Tiptoeing through twilight listening to whispers call my
name of dark proclivities. In silence, mourning the loss of
your touch. Losing myself in my fragile psychosis of pain.
Looking into your pale eyes truer than blue hidden neath the
veil, laid back down. Taking time to turn a leaf in the
breathless, tiptoeing through twilight.
name of dark proclivities. In silence, mourning the loss of
your touch. Losing myself in my fragile psychosis of pain.
Looking into your pale eyes truer than blue hidden neath the
veil, laid back down. Taking time to turn a leaf in the
breathless, tiptoeing through twilight.
Published 7th Jan 2022
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24th Mar 2022 10:06am
The metaphorical value here, is quite intriguing.
I enjoyed the slipping through day, night, and twilight.
good read
thanks
Al
I enjoyed the slipping through day, night, and twilight.
good read
thanks
Al
24th Mar 2022 12:26pm
