Avid avoidance runs ardent,
Beneath a breath of blossoms,
Carressing carefully her corset.
Delicate and dangerous she speaks deliberate,
Enough to entice an end to eternity,
Found in a forests of forgotten futures,
Guarding her gaunt garlands to the grave.
How hard do we hold onto heaven?
Indifferent in our independence?
Jesting through our journey?
Knowing all...