Jenny of Oldstones - Florence The Machine
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In blinding darkness
The earth rumbled and quaked
T'was winter's lofty peak
Tectonic plates drifted
Under the stumbling footsteps
Of a caramel woman
Through murky tunnels
With little-or-no-light
And infested walls
Cold, frozen and alone
In frostbite's monstrosity
Amidst broken earth
Hauling gloomy ideas
Of a boulder and rope
And a frozen body in ice
Freedom from shadows
From haunting ghosts and ghouls
Intense liberation.
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a/n: miss you guys. 😘
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The Scars That Remain
Poetry«#18 in poesia out of 1.1k stories» «29-01-2019» A collection of personal poems and short stories depicting my painful or sad memories, thoughts or midnight musings. Soul wrenching, heart breaking and maybe earth shattering.
