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Writer's pictureEllallriau

Weary Dull Souls - poem

Dies a young soul

Velvety sunshine awaits them on the other side

Limitless imaginations run free

While the reality is held captive


The wind is still and tense

Like the crippling anxiety that crawls up your neck

Pale skin and sunken eyes

Ghosts that haunt you bathe in the moonlight


Weary dull stars faint overtime

Dark blue waters fade into sweet nothingness

Red stained lips from the metallic taste of blood

The Skeletons in your closet come out to play basking under the moonlight


- Elle


I have no idea what to call this.

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