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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A mirror never reveals fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins; time unmutes raven melodies within, tawny tunes of truth~ I once spoke in colorful dialects. Now, I trust just the crying crescent in your onyx realms to alter faulty fringes, hanging undone. Tonight I flaunt scented blue, macaw-feathered longing across skies draped in glamorous garments. There, the sakura moon glows, mimicking the sullen silhouette of this ink-less skin, in an amethyst sundress flowing with kimono sleeves, embellished with floral textures, sparkling above cashmere rivulets, while flickering jewels of midnight sing beige ballads in a taupe tenor, emanating tales of wildfire forests through toffee-brown irises of twinkling lunar. With you, this metallic gold cage feels unchained and free, for my glass heart is a walk-in closet, a perfectly imperfect mess; fearless yet seamlessly flawed, prisoner to polyester promises, brimming with mismatched memories and messy memoirs perfumed with limitless weariness, buttoned with burgundy betrayals, tangled in unwashable restlessness. Yet the ignorant ones claim this is me cloaked in shame and self-loathing rants, oblivious to hope that flows forgotten, in russet wine and champagne shades, between velvety dusk of dazzling deceit and dimmed dawn of unstrapped reality, when innocence is buried within a pile of unzipped sins and needles. But in the midst of silence, I sit, questioning the milky quartz stars in soft, melted musicality; will scarlet-scarfed sorrow be seen in darkness? Will fate ever stitch frayed fabric of woes? I wear my grief in silken lilac, concealing the sleepless nights beneath cinnamon eyes, veiling the buckled scars beneath tanned skin, reluctant to voice the corseted angst... I thread beads of bruised dreams with warm strands of tenderness, letting my honey-sage hair dance in the delicate light of the summer breeze, for I am the retro queen of fashioned fortitude, crowned in blushing begonias, robed in sakura stillness, throned to the vintage visions of antique skirts, tracing pastel-colored pages of poetry to find the rhymes beyond leathered phrases I weave, as I waltz through wisps of wilderness, dressed in hues of haze and blackness that dwells deeper than obsidian tears. I am the essence of sunless spheres. I strive alone, crooning chaos in cluttered cadence, as an unfinished portrait of a poignant past, framed in garnet elegance and gothic-ruffled gracefulness.
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