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I DECIDE

 

Withering on yew tree vines

Left with no voice

Filling the graveyard broken dream mind  

Lost Pre Raphaelite desire

Creates a heartbeat

 

Compelling beauty

In silent splendour

Universal truth, embracing familiarity

Thick Paint lined  

Hands melancholy life

 

Moth lit fires

That spiral and swirl

Hold fire, lingering until nothing transpires...

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