Tag: short poem
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dragons blood
I can hear the muffled voices through the fog beckoning mebutwho can see the owl when it coos?hidden in the cloudy matter figures find their shadowsi was all alonesitting on a silver plattersomewhere behind the greyI could name the silence holy in her presence absent of a face i was holding communionwhen the trees began…
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Undertow/Undertech
Truth be told I don’t know what to do I don’t want to carry this all I don’t want to carry any of it Actually I have understood so much that I cannot understand anything now All I feel are voidsThis phone is a fucking void Pulling me in And under again ⋆˚࿔ other posts…
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organ healing
Steeple steel sounds Resonating notes Resonating bones Holding still Controlled Swaying pews Speaking pipes 278 stops Great organ Great Goddess Kali Keys and tones Serenade and bring me home 3/16/2025 ⋆˚࿔ latest posts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆જ⁀➴
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