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Antiquities of Lost Fears
In the shadows of the antiquities of lost fears and
fingerprints without light in my naked shade of pale.
Beneath twilight's dawn with the scent of the dew,
waiting for mortals to weed the grass deep down to
my soul. Walking my own chalk line beneath the
acumens and the dark's chignon. As angels are
forever in my time and God is my concierge.
Wandering in the eternal darkness with Mal de
Coucou, flushing out the toxins, in the land of the
frozen caribou.
fingerprints without light in my naked shade of pale.
Beneath twilight's dawn with the scent of the dew,
waiting for mortals to weed the grass deep down to
my soul. Walking my own chalk line beneath the
acumens and the dark's chignon. As angels are
forever in my time and God is my concierge.
Wandering in the eternal darkness with Mal de
Coucou, flushing out the toxins, in the land of the
frozen caribou.
Published 20th Oct 2023
Author's Note
A rewrite of something I did sometime ago.
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20th Oct 2023 6:25pm
Well to be perfectly honest this was the first click on a quest to submit my three comments, but I found your word choices unique in that they did make for a cool imagery. So in my unsolicited opinion, I really liked it. No joke.
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