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Tea Party


Eyes that scrutinize

crafted words

Formal invite

to quietus' remark

Effervescent jewels

-sugar-

Processed drug of sorts

who's last furtive touch

from metal fragments

and insistent robots

Redolent of photoelectronic factory 'souls'

sugar

sugar

sugar

Now sitting unsullied

My eyes discern absence

Where art thou?

Mocking

immaculate granulation

cold tea

desiccate tears

and a mind that rewinds

spurious memories

of the forever absent

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IconoclastSalem

Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?

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