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Old Cuttlebones - with Maeve_Edmonson
Whispered séance unlocking the secrets
of ectoplasm and the dark's metaphors,
the wind picks up in its howling grace,
words I've never heard before.
I fight a final tear that shed,
the curiosities of the dearly departed.
My soul was crushed under my wing,
I knew it was over before it started,
in this menagerie of old cuttlebones.
But through ashes, I rose from his urn,
like a neon god dressed in sinful lace,
I rule the chambers of my own heart,
girdled by the twilight's lustful taste.
So I dip my sorrows in dry Merlot,
straight out of ecstasy bottled wine,
I'll keep this mind from going sober until,
my heart, the shadows creep with time.
of ectoplasm and the dark's metaphors,
the wind picks up in its howling grace,
words I've never heard before.
I fight a final tear that shed,
the curiosities of the dearly departed.
My soul was crushed under my wing,
I knew it was over before it started,
in this menagerie of old cuttlebones.
But through ashes, I rose from his urn,
like a neon god dressed in sinful lace,
I rule the chambers of my own heart,
girdled by the twilight's lustful taste.
So I dip my sorrows in dry Merlot,
straight out of ecstasy bottled wine,
I'll keep this mind from going sober until,
my heart, the shadows creep with time.
Published 2nd Nov 2023
Author's Note
A cappella writ without sound I could not have scribbled without Maeve_Edmonson.
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2nd Nov 2023 2:51pm
2nd Nov 2023 2:55pm
It is amazing what two minds can do without having to turn the screw or listen to the shrews. We done good, you and me.
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