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Lilacs – out of the dead land mixing the living along
with the dead. Her fingers weary and worn – sought
to sift through portent and omens. Into the distance
flew ribbons of black; these creatures of the mist the
esoteric Nebelung cats.

Lo! wading in a sea of orchid and lilac; her faith tread
along on shards of glass. The desire to reveal burned
as peppers and frutescen. While sprouting shoots of
pep into the woodlands dun; she reveled thus shades
of crepuscule with the chorale of siren.

Beneath a cerise moon;
Toils of coquette swoon.

 

 

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Posted Dark Poetry for Cruellest Month

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