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Scattered Feathers and Ink droplets

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"You told me you'd be the light in my story....Now you're just another shadow."
First there was song, a clear music that filled the air, bringing light into even the darkest peoples hearts. But, at the cry of a macaw, the song stopped and silence rose, swallowing up the hope that had sparked in the peoples hearts.
A kindom in rags..tattered wings.......torn flowers........a burning page....Ink droplets scattered across the parchment, forming words in a different language.All Rights Reserved

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an abstract limn

❝ 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.