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Daunting Nights

Daunting Nights

She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns, fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes, the jewel in your own vainglorious crown, locked up behind the rage of daunting nights She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands as if to save her...
cleansing petals

cleansing petals

we cut the rope made of daisy chains, exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way we were drowning in a deluge of doubt, clamoring towards the surface, struggling to find a way out but, these flowers are breaking like waves against our skin, a cleansing rush of soft...