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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Humming in hemlock heartbeats ~ along the shorelines which once swallowed the sun in their searing shadows ~ I see those smoking seawaves swirling upon my skin, as the silhouettes of damask dahlia damsels drizzle and dance in the tornadoes of tangerine tulips ~ tiptoeing and twirling me with the tormenting tides of papercut solstices, and plucking the songs of those diabolical dusks, petal by petal, that once mercifully sowed seeds of solitude in my scorching scales and breathed belief, in the aromas of amethyst glares ~ through those songs of surrender, vanishing in saffron thunders. O' monarch of seething shadows ~ fostering flakes of fears within sahara salts ~ unlove me... and I shall vaporize in the villanelles of wicked willows... break me... nevertheless, you'll forever witness these fingers colliding with faith, in the cemetery of cobalt roses. For, in this alchemy of turquoise I'm an underwater rage an onyx feathered, gold-guilded dove ~ tangled in the tentacles of singing seaweeds and waterlily sirens, burgeoning in the blurs of ravenous memories, which the pulse of those liquid pearl lilies left imprinted ~ in my paranoid psyche. so, let the periwinkle poppy lips of restless rivulets engulf me in their roars ~ and I'll be born wearing flamingo fires of love parched, yet untamed... let the waves wash my bones, and touch me the way the milk rose moon longs to hang in the honey-web of sun-knitted rain... and I'll be the last note ~ crumbling away... shaped in the symphony of grief when this musical mandala of sorrows and sighs remains aglow, across hieroglyphic horizons of crashing constellations ~ encasing elegies of those celadon cocoons resting upon ruby reefs, in those shattered stars above ~ glistening with glints of ginger and rust... but I shall still wonder, if life were tied with the threads of blood ~ to the fate of those selkie's fireflies, falling beneath laughters, in the abysmal odyssey of pain-pigmented poseidon ~ would I drift or drown, c a s c a d i n g in crepuscular currents, colliding with redolent ruins ~ in this celtic shrine of satanic stardust?
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