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Stone Cold Fahrenheit - with Maeve_Edmonson
Confined behind these walls
of intoxication and gloom,
and extracts of monsoons
from the cauldron deep quinine,
listening to the pendulum swoon,
in bitter ides of twilight, I now reside.
Blood reflects from the lagoon,
my heart cracks for what's inside,
as my mind's bassoon shares a tune,
these thoughts begin to come to life
beneath stone-cold Fahrenheit,
in silence as meditation recites.
of intoxication and gloom,
and extracts of monsoons
from the cauldron deep quinine,
listening to the pendulum swoon,
in bitter ides of twilight, I now reside.
Blood reflects from the lagoon,
my heart cracks for what's inside,
as my mind's bassoon shares a tune,
these thoughts begin to come to life
beneath stone-cold Fahrenheit,
in silence as meditation recites.
Published 1st Nov 2023
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A thank you to Maeve_Edmonson for sharing words.
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Toss in the chair for a conversation as dark is my decadent creme brûlée. The dark is what it is but it's sinfully sweet on most occasions.
