
Sapphire Blues
Blighted is my soul as I search the innermost parts of my spirit to find increments pertaining to gold Gilded joy and memories held bashfully episodic, lost to my guilt it all wavers a bit more somber The night sky no longer upholds fragmented diamonds, also the moon is now never full…unsated like the fool I have become Back to my weary ways I am, the vagabond bound to his own blinding obscenities, those speaking dearly a departed oblivion Was […]
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