Wonderings....
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rancelandstrongOf course I like my own things.
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Wonderings....

by rancelandstrong

My oh my, do the eyes cry. Lie, oh lie, do the lungs sigh. Fie oh fie, now you are so sly? Sky, oh sky, do thy bringest the answer why?

Upon what is that we dare ask? The clouds, they don't bother. How they cry with life!

The Rain washes away sin, a natural baptizing. Drop the knife.

The blood washes down the drain. Do you have an alibi?

Belied by your charm, Espied in the night, A remedy to wry necks is a cut

Such smut that death is, sprawled out unto the cobbles.

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a year ago
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tabnash24Silver CommaYou'll know me as you read ;)
a year agoReply
@rancelandstrong I see and you're welcome.

rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year agoReply
@tabnash24 It was 3 in the morning and I was in the mood. Really its just my love for the dark and dreary and crazy and bloody that inspires most of my work. Thank you as well!

tabnash24Silver CommaYou'll know me as you read ;)
a year agoReply
This had a dark lullaby's touch. Nice work. May I know the reason what inspired you to write this if you don't mind? :)

rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year agoReply
@pluto @bernardtwindwil Thank you!

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
This is so wrought with darkness. The wording expresses the continuing devolution of the soul. Great job of wording this obsidian piece.

plutoCommabassadorPlanets man
a year agoReply
very well written!