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Published: 2015-04-23 03:12:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 268; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 0
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This pulse of mine,Such a sickening tempo.
The beating of
My hideous heart-
Withered and frozen
From eons of icy silence.
The roots that leech
The essence from my veins
Bloom with bluest flowers
Dancing freely under the moon.
As they sway in the wind
Of every barren winter night,
They whisper to Nature's ears
My story, now resting within the earth
My lifebreath gifted solely to the sky
And stolen from my faded lips.
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Comments: 6
ZimmyRose [2015-04-25 00:10:55 +0000 UTC]
... damn. I haven't... like... it's been a while since I've read a poem from you that I especially liked. I like them all, but sometimes there's one from you every now and then that especially hits me. This is another one of those.
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KeyFrost In reply to ZimmyRose [2015-04-25 00:45:26 +0000 UTC]
Oh, wow.
You wanna talk about it?
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ZimmyRose In reply to KeyFrost [2015-04-25 00:48:26 +0000 UTC]
What aspect of it? The relevance to myself, or the build up of the poem and its flow? The flow is so pretty, too. v.v
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KeyFrost In reply to ZimmyRose [2015-04-25 00:50:40 +0000 UTC]
Whatever you want.
I thought you wanted to talk about it is why I asked, hah.
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ZimmyRose In reply to KeyFrost [2015-04-25 03:52:05 +0000 UTC]
Idk. It just connects with me well. Although, I think more of the spring scene than the winter, but thoughts are still similar enough minus the season.
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