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[gloom-bunni]

In cosmic dance, stars whisper tales untold,

Where galaxies weave dreams of silver and gold.

Are we alone is it delusion

For all we know this is an illusion

Could they be like ancient lords

Do they know about us have they explored?

Will they be divine and gracious

Or are they like us stupid and flirtatious

We don’t much about other life

They could be refined caring more about their planet than mankind

But what we know is this;

For whoever's out there, beyond the celestial dome,

Know that in our hearts, you're not alone.

In the vast expanse where galaxies unfurl,

May peace and understanding forever swirl.

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The phantom tune of a piano echoes out through the barren halls

Clicks become orchestral to the lone soul

Tears drown her face catching the Archipelago islands planted on her face

What used to be a meadow in her heart soon was replaced by a wasteland

What used to be smiles of summer became a winter house frown laid eastward in a bitter land

What used to be an architect of love became a exterminator of all that was convivial

‘How i delight in serene melancholy’

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You my dear are whiskey in a teacup

A complete warm in every tender embrace

In the porcelain of life so delicate and sweet

With beauty of stars and the moon

I only wish to be your sun

Like petals unfolding in the dawn i too fall harder

Among the constellations of magpie bridge i too can not wait for your embrace

You, my dear, are whiskey in a teacup's charm,

A love so rich, a gentle, warming balm.

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Your smile resembles a moons crescent and your luminance is just as

iridescent

She is passion embodied,

a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom

You blossom under kindness don’t you ? Like a rose

She’s the type of flower that can still grow after a forest fire

Her words would paint the sky divinity spread through the heavens

She’d emerge from a meadow with a few soaked dress every step became the phantom tune of a piano

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A marigold growing in a graveyard

A stagnant village filled with

A shrine to the non believers

A tempest duchess approached her personal heaven

Those who turn in fear cravens all of them

Those crimson speckled butterflies of the night

Lifting the aristocrat to her ever vigilant canine

The Arcadia of her dreams

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Warma khabith

An angel in disguise fell from heaven . It all changed that day .

Iceberg for a heart slithering into your mind silver tongue,hypnotic voice. A curse arose .I looked at her and the flowers wilted and the final butterfly faded .

Convincing me to take a bite into the apple an illusion of acceptance. It was all false .

The present aches as much as the past. A kiss on a check and that was it . I guess in my own world there’s only darkness.

There is no words in the English language to describe how u feel . Bialkaad ealaa qayd wthrayst jureat zayida.Yandajie aljalid eabr eurqui wryty,eindama ujabir fik.

Time has ended

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Eini

I remember that glorious night . A day an angel spoke to me .

She has a voice of marshmallows she put a spell on me with her bewitching beauty . I looked at her and suddenly flowers grew in my chest. Butterflies emerged from my stomach .

Her words were a comfort and I crave it . The words dances across my screen. And knowing I have her Is the greatest treasure of all .

I know the past may hurt but let me kiss those fears away . You have me until every last star in the galaxy dies . You have me and I you . But through all of this not even the entire English language could explain the rush in my veins when I think of you.

Why am I addicted to you more than any drug? You inspire and we have each other until the end of time.

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Bruise

A part of me dies by now

I’m a machine not even well oiled

Keep breaking down .

I drown in the seas of my tears

Insanity on the horizon

What a deadly enchantress, that a siren is

Singing that melody of death,

Such a beautiful way of torture.

Every now and again my cries ring out

I get told to control it

Do they think it’s a power?

I lie in bed with ducts that weep

A true tale of woe, though it gets no recognition.

I still see that monster with that soul sucking smile.

Invading my mind day and night.

In that midnight auroral

Deep into that darkness I sing.

I’m a marionette . Performing , acting out a fake life.

This character not being able to soar instead caged and life slaughtered.

I talk about it . Though it seems cryptic

Even to those who speak the language.

I’ve tried to sew up this cut.

Yet this vulture follows me

Stalking , waiting to make it’s move.

Why am I the prey?

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Heaven

A goddess walks among them

Her smile -daisies blooming

Her laugh harmonies and melodic

She attracted angels

He had eyes like the rain

And hair like waves and a soul

As vast and deep as the ocean

She didn’t mind drowning in them

His wings grew weary

Feathers dropping

His body collapsing

And her weeping

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Nah bc what you gonna do when me and the homies pull up 🙄