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A Place Where Flowers Grow
Where the everlasting oak in alls its crooked glory
Adorned in a classic swing which bears memories
Of love and laughter beneath its frayed beauty
A place where flowers grow
Where the similar beauty rolling hills of vibrant green -
Here In This Forest
Winding up a short pack blanketed in pink orange pine needles
Beams of shadows dancing across their fragile surfaces in the misty sunset
Into the swallows of green life where at first glance -
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Countdown Until Midnight
It's nearly midnight
But it's only 11:57
Soon, it will no longer be
Which I don't really understand
How one thing can be so here
So vivid, and the next
It's gone
Like how it's 11:58 now
And I suppose I'll write until -
When Am I Old Enough to Never Be Afraid?
It's nearly midnight
Nearly that time from the stories
When the clock chimes and the
Notorious evil emerges
From the shadows
But not here, in this too-large bedroom at a disturbingly aesthetic vacation rental home -
Ashes
The silvery blue comforter than looks like a drip of liquid from the moon adorns the wide bed
Outside the thin window rock music and hammering drums blare all too loudly even though it's past ten
