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In an attic
where the windows are boarded shut
and the light creeps below the seal.
Swaying against the shadows
Beating in soft-forming rhythm
Are hearts dwell,
and pretty little illusions prey,
Our minds quarry in the shade,
With casts of flickering sun to mirage,
To throw open the draperies,
To bask under the suns gentle rays.
Wounded by the darkness the realm of blackness
to sway,
Victims of our romance,
Our hearts in irregularity
Knotted
in a pattern shape.
JCALVERT
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I love this, Jennifer!! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you Eric! ❤️
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Jennifer! I truly love what you’ve produced here.
So deep and poetically rich! This passion and the darkness tones of your poetry is what I love to read about you. 🙂
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Thank you so much Charlie! I love adding a little darkness to my pieces! ❤️☺️
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That is why I always love and enjoying reading your work. 🙂
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You’re too kind!! ❤️❤️❤️
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