Palaces
Death is a ruinous flower
Hungry are dark souls feeding on Light
Stealing pictures of broken stars
Inverse formulas caressing Night
Time is a muddle of shadow and mirror
A lake in the sky asking why are you here
Nothingness taking you away forever
To know All at last if only more were there.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-03-18 at 17:29
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