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I lie in mortal lethargy
of wild feral stares
you fly with seraphic alacrity
an iridescent pearl so scarce
I am a blot of cardinal basin blood
draining eternal onyx distrust
your face ─ my chosen abyss;
I'm cursed to watch the occiput
I, a mere thought, a tragedy
that you must overcome
for you behold star clusters
embodiment of my lyricism
YOU ARE READING
Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
