Queen of frozen forests, her presence reigning in like a chorus.
Queen of frozen forests, bearing her eye of Horus.
Queen of frozen forests, ready for her performance.
But queen of frozen forests knew she could not restore us.
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To step into myself
is uncharted territory.
To feel safe
is an unread part of the story.
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How many times
can I write a rhyme?
Until my mouth sours like a lime
and I crumble under the divine? Continue reading “When Will I Know?”
I would rather people just be enigmas to me. Just ideas, just figments of what I can conjure up in my mind; they stay better that way. They respond how I need them to. Their past doesn’t get in the way. It’s just smoke and mirrors. I prefer people that way.
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