Forgered treachery for the wretchedly good:
It's all breaking into microscopic aftermaths.
They all fall over glass slippers unfit for queens;
Damsels in distress weary of signalling heroes,
Heroes weary of understanding.
Peace is signed away for the sake of burning,
It is written off for the sake of yearning.
So many dolls to play with, so many dolls with beating hearts.
This is just a thing I wrote about the world as I perceive it.
I realize how disconnected it is, but that's the only way I happened to write it.
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Ramshackled Ants: Journal Entries
PoetryThese are journal entries. They're pretty sporadic and I don't add dates. Expect a lot of cryptic poetry and possible venting. I own this shit, don't steal it. [poetic copyright]
