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When The Petals Wilt Bygone and Begotten
ISBN: 9781639407521
for the unending heritage of the wilting petal
Table Of Contents 1. Intoxicated memories 2. Truth of the ultimate hour 3. Freedom of skin 4. The withering
our soul rests there between your wounds and mine
The Intoxicated Memories
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staggering on the edge of soundless walkways didn’t knew if this was all didn’t knew if there’s a return restoration to happiness to the windowsill adoring the soft glint of moon the passive flow of subsiding brook soundless like death’s whimper whimpers of life’s death
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to the wild bushes I halted wandered into like mid summer’s eternity far from the exalted cheer on a toddler’s visage on season’s diadem I fell intoxicated fell with a loss as voluminous as breeze’s rage
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woe, the blood battles for elopement from the splintered skin I see bleeding beam flashing bright blazing as ruby red as loss of warmth from winter’s solace from embers of flame the cold insensibility within has benumbed the utter existence with it’s senselessness
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the beauty of rivers and streams perishing like monotonous depth of mourning soul depths as incalculable furrows furrows reeded with wild petals petals like deadly daggers
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taken in by love’s old-fashioned celluloid affection leaning against cheekbones like gentle drizzle drooping faultlessly down fingertips butchering the wounded remains in all it’s flawless refrains
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oh, t’was all an escape the downpour, the petrichor the linnets twisted sticks on farmland fences seems blemished by the dreary notes of the pleasant season - escaping the hour
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men often deny acceptance when their world seems to disintegrate to fine particles of demolished dust they devoid themselves of truth and eventually fall for the pretence of their own emotions
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hath he not said this ‘togetherness ‘ was a forever policy? hath I not stared into his downcasted glance and with conviction bespoke my heart?
-empty promises
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we accept the worldly falsehood as an immortal output only if we knew death was an unacceptable truth even though you strive to stay unaffected you realise you’ve already been stabbed at the back
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