Remember listening to the whistles of the wind in the scorching sand dunes.
Never knowing that you were the most unnatural part of it's twisted tunes.
Remember chasing after fireflies as a child,
Never knowing that the labyrinth inside you is a mystery so wild.
Remember believing that the darkness is home to a ghost,
Never knowing that you yourself are a host.
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𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘
Poesi𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣, 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣. H.r- #54 in poetry. -#19 in poems.