by Veronica Glasson
dreams danced decadently,
dedicatedly defiant,
distinctively doing damage,
deliciously disquiet.
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drifting determined,
dutifully Divine,
distilling desire,
Diabolical design.
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doth decadence,
Dreamers diverge,
doors descension,
damned demons dirge.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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