The curse of loneliness is
that I like it.
It carries me to worlds unnamed–
Until I see nothing,
but memories untamed.
Stepping lightly
to music from dead flames–
I dance
with wildflowers,
clenched in my teeth–
My elegy,
penance paid.
The curse of loneliness is
that I like it.
It carries me to worlds unnamed–
Until I see nothing,
but memories untamed.
Stepping lightly
to music from dead flames–
I dance
with wildflowers,
clenched in my teeth–
My elegy,
penance paid.
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