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❝ A library of constellations,
shared a book with my father
and he smiled, his grave shined -
A bad dream
or a memory?
But was that memory my mother?
A library of hidden papers,
fell in love with my lawyer;
who said my father was stolen.
A bad heart
or a broken glass?
But was that broken glass my diary?
A library of mistakes,
learnt a moral under the church,
when he smiled again in his funeral -
A bouquet of roses
or
a court?
But was that court my destiny?
Maybe there was never any library.
Just a house with a lady of spiders -
and a lawyer of broken crown.
A kingdom of mine
or
an empty sunset?
Maybe there was never a sunset.
My lawyer,
milky fingers -
Let me tell you,
she was tripping on a devil.
She says,
she fell in love with me;
And I said,
But, I loved my father. ❞
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Ink And Echoes
Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
