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Phantom Hearts
Phantom hearts pouring down
upon my fractured skull;
blisters of memories oozing out,
making their way through the dense
jungle of projections;
those grays, ombres, and blacks
sweeping across my back,
placing me in an unforeseen chokehold,
plunging me deeper into the quiet quills
of an ever-embracing pillow;
feverish yet, I flip to the cool;
la luna peeking through,
lending me a glint of her time
to get back, back to you;
paling now, those lurid intrusions,
galloping off with a wistful lamb
to the day of our first encounter;
oh, what a glorious day indeed,
true love dubbing me its queen.
© JLaine
upon my fractured skull;
blisters of memories oozing out,
making their way through the dense
jungle of projections;
those grays, ombres, and blacks
sweeping across my back,
placing me in an unforeseen chokehold,
plunging me deeper into the quiet quills
of an ever-embracing pillow;
feverish yet, I flip to the cool;
la luna peeking through,
lending me a glint of her time
to get back, back to you;
paling now, those lurid intrusions,
galloping off with a wistful lamb
to the day of our first encounter;
oh, what a glorious day indeed,
true love dubbing me its queen.
© JLaine
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