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my Shadows, your Storm, and the Steeple by FountainsOfMars, literature
my Shadows, your Storm, and the Steeple
my Shadows used to play piano
my Shadows used to wind your clocks
my Shadows never pulled their punches
floating through your Storm
of flying rocks
but my Shadows never found the Steeple beyond that thicket of dying trees
They'd only learn to hide
within themselves
when you brought me to my knees
and I would never be me
I would never be me again
my Shadows used to hopscotch with pirates
my Shadows used to smile and wave
my Shadows never dared to squint, though..
during the brutal light
your eyes thought they blazed
but my Shadows
Diluted by LivelyDreamer13, literature
Diluted
Reality diluted
They flounder,
Staring, muted;
A false expounder
Diluted reality
Mind polluted,
Hopeless wannabe;
All senses executed
Reality diluted
Fabricated scales,
Broken, persecuted;
All silly tales
Diluted reality
Ungifted soul,
Craving sensuality;
Loss of self-control
Reality diluted
Hero’s journey,
Clear, rooted;
Clogged by ferny
Diluted reality
Confusing babble,
Muddled decree;
Unheard, forgotten gabble
Reality diluted
To no return,
Pleasantly well-suited;
Straight to the urn
