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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required " In titanium haze of love, truth is but a mere lie, never unlocking gold vaults of feelings, for, honesty weeps somewhere in perfumed odes of inkless pages, hidden in our forlorn fate..." If twilight roses were reincarnated angels, they would carve a zillion destinies with feathered letters, flickering beneath butterfly glitters, adhering glossy wings of rosemary, like a balm to invisible scars and encasing my soul in a hundred hues of blood. But, I never knew, the secrets of nebulous-cloaked vengeance which infused in nightingale's forevermore fortunes, echoing eerie whispers in elora moors of scarlet jasmines, at the jinx of midnight's omen; for thou emerged as a lover in ninety-nine novels, but a guised killer in the farewell fantasy. As I float by, in the swan lake, losing myself to thee, I wish upon defrosting your eyes, that got submerged beneath icebergs of betraying harbinger and bleed my soul in frosted heart's snow-sealed milky ways, as these flaked clayey leaf pamphlets of sakura scents aren't enough to erase thy fingerprints from this poisoned chalice, that sung sinful serenades in deadly paradise of Eurydice and sliced my spirit to sooty shreds, in this diamond dungeon behind sage valleys. Laced in ash grey lies, I'm a corpse enveloped in crimson croons of confetti, whilst lips soak acrylic dewdrops of melting roses, that once blanketed our eden in the arms of heaven, with starlit petals. So, as Nymph, in the orisons, with hemlock fused heart, be all my sins remembered. For, love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs, demising to sacrificed meadows, where, this kismet tale departs in the very ecstacy of cradling mist, and thus, with disoriented twilight's kiss, I die.
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