mollie - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

People


at night looking for a dungeon
in iron madness burning shadow
it
dark crime only lose it now
dissociation fall awfully tempting to despair
vulnerable longing looks at the dead rose
broken only now lie punishes us
alone is still the reality of sin
ubiquitous despite losing everything hidden wound
treacherous is still lonely as a cloud the end of the disaster
hides be fleeting transience us!
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