Take me to places of mystery.
Where cicadas sing, and frogs croak their symphony.
Lay with me on fog-covered dirt and laugh.
Pray with me to the moon that fireflies may descend.
Oh, I love how they dance in and out of existence.
I long to see tombstones covered in moss,
Tuck me in here and cuddle your fear.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
