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Imaginary
By LunaFlower
Blackened soil
Shadowy fire
All I want to do
Is burn all the liars
Starry skies
Bloodstained arms
With this blade
No one but me gets harmed
What am I
Who are you
Fallen angel wings
Bestowed upon me, too
Playful faerie
Bloody crime scene
All is gone?
What do you mean?
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Copyright 2017 LunaFlower
Author's Note:
I don't know what I thought about when I wrote this. I was listening to White Rabbit by Emiliana Torrini, though, which could explain the confusingness (not a word, by the way, LunaFlower) of this poem.Comments on "Imaginary"
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On Monday, April 10, 2017, dwells
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wrote:
Skip the self-harm LF - it means they win. Here's a book of matches. Cheers! - Dan
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On Tuesday, April 11, 2017, LunaFlower
(8) wrote:
Thanks, Dan. I don't know if I can stop self harming, though. I've been doing it since I was nine, and I'm 21. Any tips?
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