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Terra Cotta
I flip through the days
Numbered along this solitary path
The automated grass begins to spiral my calves
I stare without gaze
Numb from the thorned limbs once embracing me in
The wintered sun begins to bake my terra cotta skin
Wildflowers rise from their grave
Like wildfires they encircle me
Requesting for a save
By the pluck of ones stem
Roots still buried deep
I cherish my new-found loves
Soiled soul forced to keep
My eyes roll back into my head
To the path I left behind
A trail of wilted tulips
Wither in my shadow
The devil has picked up the scent
And hell is in the illusion of a meadow
© Vhespir
Numbered along this solitary path
The automated grass begins to spiral my calves
I stare without gaze
Numb from the thorned limbs once embracing me in
The wintered sun begins to bake my terra cotta skin
Wildflowers rise from their grave
Like wildfires they encircle me
Requesting for a save
By the pluck of ones stem
Roots still buried deep
I cherish my new-found loves
Soiled soul forced to keep
My eyes roll back into my head
To the path I left behind
A trail of wilted tulips
Wither in my shadow
The devil has picked up the scent
And hell is in the illusion of a meadow
© Vhespir
