and when the night falls and the moon whispers its hello, i wake up to a nightmare of shadows. amidst the bustling crowd, i stand there, still. like an icy cold sculpture of twisted fairytales.
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twinkling twisted twilights
Poetryfrom the deepest depths of my heart, mind, and soul.
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and when the night falls and the moon whispers its hello, i wake up to a nightmare of shadows. amidst the bustling crowd, i stand there, still. like an icy cold sculpture of twisted fairytales.
crisella