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Stormy Dreams
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mar 03, 2015
Stormy dreams and stormy seas and this is a poem written by me.

The clouds were thundering and the deck was wet, 
Luckily I was not inside a jet,
Safe and warm inside my bed,
But the waves were coming,
and I fell and bled,

The bandages were near!
But I was too full of fear,
I stayed in bed and ate some Cheetos but they were too cheesy,
After that I felt queasy,

I woke up from my dream and I thought I was just dreaming?
It was just a dream and I am beaming,
For all that happened I was only dreaming.
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❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemerias that blossom from the words that spill from my bleeding heart and plum stained lips; apple juice coating the rim of this glass of champagne in which these sinful creatures drown with their blistered wings. now watch as i am coaxed by the orbs of lavender bruises with hands wrapped around my neck.❞ • my abstract poetry book. lowercase intended. ©️ copyright 2020 nazahace - all rights reserved.