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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required FROZEN SOUVENIRS (( Collaboration * Nette OnClaud )) by~ NETTE ONLAUD frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven. at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone, dimly broiled by smells of yesterday gone stale, drooping limbs to vaguely unbecoming souvenirs. no longer wrestling fires but lighting them, hope drained from flesh that craved for expired lotion crush-boned dreams mocked her unbecoming senses. she backed off tears that asked how this all happened, plunging into her heart’s junkyard searching for answers from wounds buried in near burial of an unbecoming night… by~ POET D. Gently she is weaving in and out of her own bed near the sea ledge, faith will be drawn in the sand near the watery shores broken down heartsick sea walls of loneliness will triumph yet another frozen sad mood, a shadow that feels like it will last forever, only to rest upon her own will of over flown solitude lids her eyes are still like fireflies throughout the ebony in the dark night sky The lengthy halls carry echoes in which silence the memorized souvenirs dusk announcing the end of another frozen day; there she sits in an incubator waiting to hear her name in the wind A deeper, more intense treasure she found in her own reflections with an open mind she is in mourn in hopes that these feelings don't last long — a few hours or maybe a day or two she will bliss it all away A Collaboration with *NETTE ONCLAUD ~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
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