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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required December knows the speech to transcribe double-edged thoughts, dried between cognitive spaces of comets tattooed with razor-sharp ink~ infused with cinnamon and clover, emanating toxic perfume of decadent desires~ as our love was an ice-storm~ beautiful, fleeting, destructive, and promises we made are like petulant paper-dolls, misplaced in the wounded effervescence of snow-covered sins, melting in vain… Yet tonight, I taste the smoky truth in tears of time~ trickling like muted waterfalls in mist, as my insomniac heart follows faint scintillas of soft sparkles, stitched gently into skies of sullen moonflowers and lilies, soaked in raining memories… For I am the eclipsed sun~ drowning in the afterglow of poetic gloaming outlined with amethyst embers, while interlocked as ethereal tendrils, intoxicated by the elixir of white topaz, contrived from the musical starburst of my anemic quill. But amidst lines of twilight, tailored with wolverine lies, can you still hear our songs in Cupid’s crystal sighs? Or was it just a kiss in the dark on winter’s lips, swirling through neon ashes, like frosted glows of juniper twin-flames? I remember your light, the lunar lamp that refused to cloak the image of us fading, when the wind suffocates the delicate stems that home roses and orchids, we designed to the silent hum of grief. So let me rewrite the words you used to say, with the pointed tip of this mutilated muse, to compose a resonant requiem with dahlia dust, flowing as purple prose within my cathartic bloodstreams in supernova coherence…
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