Lilith

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Lilith



she opens her eyes with flames of colors cascading onto a new day's smile after a while those pillars harken onto its void shaped through the dreams her hair my pale horse wanderer exposed to a
kiss we know the dish



sweet apathy the Kettle corn ice cream sandwich come and sit next to me with sweet nectar blossoming among us warm as an onion dipped in hot sauce



alone she runs through its thick masquerade shun each resistance sealed with a kiss to taste the hidden folly by the port in Tundra heralded by such sophistication perhaps this is the plains where
Nero tred



the summons for the awake from the dead she lives through a constant stream painted ponies in her hair the spark of enthusiasm creeds its constant head trees of vast melancholy filled up its embers
she dances within a ring of fire yet throws off each challenge with a shrug to walk each miracle mile in whole based fancy



the ego inflates as she rides away with each wandering thought

Submitted: May 30, 2018

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Lilith

she opens her eyes
with flames of colors
cascading onto a new day's smile
after a while
those pillars harken onto its void
shaped through the dreams her hair my pale horse wanderer
exposed to a kiss we know the dish

sweet apathy
the Kettle corn ice cream sandwich
come and sit next to me
with sweet nectar blossoming among us
warm as an onion dipped in hot sauce

alone she runs through its thick masquerade
shun each resistance sealed with a kiss
to taste the hidden folly by the port in Tundra
heralded by such sophistication
perhaps this is the plains where Nero tred

the summons for the awake from the dead
she lives through a constant stream painted ponies in her hair
the spark of enthusiasm creeds its constant head
trees of vast melancholy filled up its embers
she dances within a ring of fire yet throws off each challenge with a shrug
to walk each miracle mile in whole based fancy

the ego inflates as she rides away with each wandering thought


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