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    Scaffolding

    Tracing the cold iron, feeling the phantom  warmth of hands that once held me.The wind whistles through the empty spaces,  a mournful symphony of what used to be.Where we built our dreams, brick by fragile  brick, now only scaffolding...

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    Silent Witness - with the passionate Crimsin

    The wind, a phantom legion, howled its ancient song, Through skeletal branches, where dead leaves clung. A tempest brewed, a symphony of dread, whispering secrets of the long since dead,The house, a wounded beast, with shutters torn and weak,...

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    • hello dearest Adagio I love how this came out thank you for being the mastermind behind it ❤️

    • I get a kick out of haunting. It really did come out, haunting. We did good, and thank you for collaborating.

    • I am not a big fan of horror stories but this poem leaves me breathless with awe. It’s written outstandingly brilliant – the wording, the imagery, the content. Congratulations to both of you for this successful collaboration!

    • Thank you, Sappho. I have been a fan of the dark, since day became night.

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    Last Dance

    The rain slicked the asphalt like a fresh-spilled drink, and the neon was a cheap whore's lipstick smear on the night. Just the cold, blank stare of a porcelain doll. The drumbeat was a pulse in the dark, a low...

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    Cold Ivy

    It was once a green promise, a verdant lace,  now a creeping shadow on the old, weathered face.Each leaf is a scale on the cold, gripping hold,  unwinding a history too grim to be told. The wall cracks and groans,...

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    Dust Gone South

    F𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥, 𝔞 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔶, 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱.ℑ𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣-𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔫𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔶.𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔪𝔢...

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