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what it is

by Melissa Eaves 30 days ago in vintage

should not be

what it is
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Particles of fairy dust

The sun sparkle that catches the glint of mischevious

Hinted in his eyes

The shawdowed mystical

ramblings

of thought

An island of duress

reached by magical moats

an undoing of the treasoness and irrational

Facebook is a nazi,

he breathed into my mind

and I acquiesced

Another bridge crumbled between myself and

the damned

All these little time consuming

monster, wanna be mobsters

squealing squalling jostling for

space in a line

which is not

jostled

ill attempting

hardly trying

just writing the wait out

while everyone around me

proves everything and nothing

I waited for you to catch me

my breath faltered

a slight arrogance holds hostility

I want you to consume me

holy dance

unity

sacred

soul conspiring

he wants

and she screams for truce

with the lips of a traitor

vintage

Melissa Eaves

I am an aspiring writer and a lifelong lover of books and the arts. I am an environmentalist and a humanitarian.

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