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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When you are an agonizing echo from a benevolent voice, life exhales in mahogany haze, spreading across the lachrymose meadows as scarred rivulets of sandalwood scents, where ceramic rhymes slumber in watercolor coffins with opaque metaphors, weaving hoaxed hymns of the nascent heavens within these mortal hues. I'm a bronze brushstroke of origami colours, pinned to the weary wall as the state of forsaken art, splattered in acrylic- resembling sombre diamonds that knit ebony pixels of my onyx heart, scattered across the blistered brims, framed from fate crossed palms; doused in poisoned henna depicted in dismay, to portray the painting of despair within my splitting mind. Isn't the monochromatic shade of an aesthetic mural a clementine symmetry, where ruby psalms stained with black peonies, bleed thistle-ribboned tales from an orchid's silence? Not every artist can mold peace from a pastel palette filled with poignant petals engrossed in purple pain, but poetic fingers can sculpt an evergreen masterpiece through crisp flakes of tumbling torment, carried through arctic mists. But is there a teal-azure texture to create a timeless tapestry interlaced with lavender musings? As melancholy soars beyond roseate realms like a moon-winged butterfly, fluttering across cantaloupe sunsets, etching heartbeats of hope in harp's periwinkle pigments, when twinkling jewels lose their shine, leaving tales untold to waltz with forlorn silhouettes- dwelling in a gallery of grief. For, in the calligraphic corners of chaos, I’ve found healing, between ethereal pages within a cathartic labyrinth.
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