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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required you say you love the moon but it’s the stars you gaze at, as you stretch your petal-like fingers to flaunt magical phrases across nocturnal nights~ stealing their fragrant florescence within forsaken liquified lights, to make them an unseen reality worth reading, as your charming words woven with wisteria wishes protect them from invisible ink, that has been burning empty pages from fiery flames, oblivious to the tangerine truth not every twinkling gem can grant your wishes to flicker caramel gold… perhaps, you should see the sacred scriptures in silver within lunar spheres, how she carries perfumed pain, whilst remaining faithfully as a fairy goddess; beacon of hyacinth hope when you were in your island of ignorance, speaking the lyrical language of dimmed dreams in sentimental silence so don’t question her wounded skin reflecting confined absence~ nor blame the sizzling sapphires with her name sewn, in vibrant violet within the crystalline cage beneath crooning seas she was never guilty of lethal love nor were her emerald emotions manipulative games designed for ephemeral pleasures~ she, was in need of a sublime rhyme that can set her healing heart ablaze, reignite reasons to relive promises made amidst inevitable distance but if pain prompted a voice you’ll feel her bleeding soul and her aching sight; she’s seen so much of what the dying leaves and falling season could do, yet, the wind never revealed secrets of the sunflower crescent, for her tale was never meant to be told to the weak~ trees with torn twigs, too afraid to translate heartbroken hymns and eager to place lambent labels on wilted weeds and faded flowers, unaware of the raven runes flowing in fickle flares within their stone cold skin.
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