19 Aug 2019, 07:50
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Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
I prolly made in cringe-worthy but whatever
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
I prolly made in cringe-worthy but whatever
On an infinite hiatus
25 Aug 2019, 00:14
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Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
27 Aug 2019, 20:32
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight
30 Aug 2019, 18:01
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
Much Love,
Duna
10 Sep 2019, 01:01
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
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1 Oct 2019, 14:43
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
But alas! I won't be caught just yet...
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
But alas! I won't be caught just yet...
I am not, as chosen in my profile, female, but agender. I use the pronouns they/them. Thanks.
1 Oct 2019, 15:06
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
But alas! I won't be caught just yet...
I refuse to become my own marionette...
Poem finished! I’ll start a new one!
Crimson is the sky of dusk,
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.
A moment of silence, a moment of peace.
It feels like someone is sewing sheep fleece
The moment has ended, the sun has set.
The night sky now cold and black as jet.
I start awake from my peaceful rest.
And see the demons waiting with their net.
But alas! I won't be caught just yet...
I refuse to become my own marionette...
Poem finished! I’ll start a new one!
Crimson is the sky of dusk,
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight
1 Oct 2019, 15:10
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Crimson is the sky of dust,
the steel railing is starting to rust.
the steel railing is starting to rust.
I am not, as chosen in my profile, female, but agender. I use the pronouns they/them. Thanks.
1 Oct 2019, 15:19
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@Quinn Prescott
Dusk, not dust! In case you want to edit it!
Dusk, not dust! In case you want to edit it!
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight
1 Oct 2019, 15:20
Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes
Crimson is the sky of dusk,
the steel railing is starting to rust.
I fear that breathing is a must,
and I’m beginning to loose trust.
the steel railing is starting to rust.
I fear that breathing is a must,
and I’m beginning to loose trust.
Last edited by Duna Nixis on 1 Oct 2019, 15:34, edited 1 time in total.
Much Love,
Duna