Freezing finely under fleece
Knees a knocking cant keep peace
Exhaustion cumbers; existence expelled
Soulless with sorrows, sadly with self
Taking out timbers, toasting ones toes
Heating a hotplate illegally in hose.
Midnight mutters milkily to meek minds
Stealing the stealthy with sweet silky rhymes.














Comments
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
--
"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
--
Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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