Ten of Swords
Minding swords
cast in foothold thought
Wounded self, first unaware
Vulnerable, a lower point
With what tears cried
when at the feet
of broken selves
-the anguished form.
See kingdoms tossed
-Mind and body-
Then, spirit’s lost.
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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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