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I lie with the grass
Cheek pressed to damp earth
Silken blades curl between fervent fingers
As I frolic within its gentle caress
It takes me down its sloping curves
And I heave with grunted effort
When it deposits me in a heap
Sorrow consumes me as ecstasy fades
And the heavens weep with me as we mourn
For this shall be farewell, at least for now
Rushing rapids carry my breaking heart
Through the solemn river of grass
And away from my love
About the Creator
Tattoos & Tarot
About T&T:
I'm an aspiring writer looking to hone my craft and share my stories! I am always open to any feedback and suggestions. The name Tattoos & Tarot is inspired by two of my favorite hobbies and adds a bit of magic to my creations ✨
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