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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.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by PaleSkies
Published | Edited 30th Mar 2023
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