A poem I dreamed up.. trying to spew some out.
Dancing in my head is the promise
Of a long lost love strewn between notes
Of a serene, endless melody her
Harp sings in order to curse me with
The sweetness of the memory when
I lay my head to rest at night.
It's since then that curses have become
My obsession of choice.
Of a long lost love strewn between notes
Of a serene, endless melody her
Harp sings in order to curse me with
The sweetness of the memory when
I lay my head to rest at night.
It's since then that curses have become
My obsession of choice.
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