Markings carved in soft skin
Danger lies ahead.
Flying bottles,
Rolling heads,
Still awake in your bed.
Cautious walking,
Stay quiet,
For you dont wake,
The sleeping giant.
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stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
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Markings carved in soft skin
Danger lies ahead.
Flying bottles,
Rolling heads,
Still awake in your bed.
Cautious walking,
Stay quiet,
For you dont wake,
The sleeping giant.
