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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where, Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for - Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs. Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when, Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone. Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the 'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave, Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall. Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe, Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis, When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
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