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Scented Guillotine - with deliabear
So wilted, the worn withers of a fragile rose.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Now just petals of death, chilled by autumn's breath.
The descent of sweet sorrow is in the forest gaze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
Perfumed with scented guillotine.
The leaves shuffled to their death.
A potpourri bouquet.
To adorn the arrival of a blizzard
of broken yesterday's.
That drip is a poetic caviar.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Emotions twinkle with September's craze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Now just petals of death, chilled by autumn's breath.
The descent of sweet sorrow is in the forest gaze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
Perfumed with scented guillotine.
The leaves shuffled to their death.
A potpourri bouquet.
To adorn the arrival of a blizzard
of broken yesterday's.
That drip is a poetic caviar.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Emotions twinkle with September's craze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
Published 8th Sep 2023
Author's Note
Debbie and I pieced this together and turned out, pretty damn good.
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8th Sep 2023 1:21pm
I like your additional line and learned a new word, lol
Thanks for inviting me to collaborate.
Thanks for inviting me to collaborate.
8th Sep 2023 1:23pm
