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My Dark Academia
Writing where fools have been left standing,
in the bottomless sea of my eyes. My dark
academia blurs the lines.
A vessel of ashes now crying, closing in on the
gravity of my shadow. The vibes fucking
immaculate.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous.
In my dark academia, no tree of my mythology.
Craving fornication, with the earthen moss
as nature's groom.
Genuflecting. Calling me an epiphany of eventuality,
of once upon a dowager's widow. Where fools have
been left standing.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous cum beaker of lab
glassware.
in the bottomless sea of my eyes. My dark
academia blurs the lines.
A vessel of ashes now crying, closing in on the
gravity of my shadow. The vibes fucking
immaculate.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous.
In my dark academia, no tree of my mythology.
Craving fornication, with the earthen moss
as nature's groom.
Genuflecting. Calling me an epiphany of eventuality,
of once upon a dowager's widow. Where fools have
been left standing.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous cum beaker of lab
glassware.
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