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That's All Folks
The withers of the dark
like fingers on the tree
laying siege at my window
with condensation's halitosis
of death's breath
whispering the darkness
in my bed where life fled
my flesh lays chilling
as the Periwinkle sleeps
and ghost floss my teeth
the moon sympathizes
by gifting me a cavity
in a long oak box
like fingers on the tree
laying siege at my window
with condensation's halitosis
of death's breath
whispering the darkness
in my bed where life fled
my flesh lays chilling
as the Periwinkle sleeps
and ghost floss my teeth
the moon sympathizes
by gifting me a cavity
in a long oak box
Published 7th May 2022
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7th May 2022 4:32pm
The first line is a cannon shot to start this battle with death. It is a great line!
The rest is also quite strong as well. I really like this one.
Your talent is showing!
The rest is also quite strong as well. I really like this one.
Your talent is showing!
7th May 2022 4:34pm
