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Author: EternallyMystic
ASL Info:    18-F-Mich
Elite Ratio:    2.05 - 9 /18 /25
Words: 133
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Mindsets of violent thoughts haunt me in the night
Morbid sparks of dying, weak hearts
arises under the hazy,crying moonlight
---The irony of love's clean start.

Just when black crows turned themselves from shady to white
my tears turn to blood

Days of mourning came to my doorstep, furious like
rancid woes of the setting sun
Nights of shining armor rotted with weak sword strikes
'neath the cold dark winter's fun

Black inks cannot undermine one's hard rotten heart
--blind to reality shining
Frail to deep emotions of wretched heart's desire
--deft to love's call, ever so scorching.

Stench of morning glory flows smooth with the dawn's air
listening to love's aching sound
Molding deeper thoughts of what morning has in store
stanced to stay but ready to go...

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